Arcana (rhiannon) wrote in mashup_drabbles, |
Pétr's apparent youthfulness belied his wisdom. It was easy to forget he wasn't someone her age but then he would speak and she would remember he was over a century old. He was right, of course. This was a unique situation and therefore, whatever she was feeling now, whether normal or abnormal, was hers to feel. She was more hurt and confused than angry, and in truth, it felt justified.
"Children, huh?" Rhiannon smirked. That was an intriguing point and one she hadn't really thought of before. The smirk faded while she began wondering what her biological father was like. He didn't seem outwardly malevolent. She wanted to like him, to get to know him but it would be prudent to learn more about the god of summertime first. That way she would be better equipped to make sound judgments.
"What do you know about Freyr?" she inquired, casting her verdant gaze on Pétr. "I'm only familiar with Midgardian retellings of most deities, and let's face it, humans aren't known for their accuracy." Or remaining impartial.