Taradiddle
There had been a certain level of awkwardness between them, and Brayden was quite aware she'd felt it equally. After so many stolen, lovely little moments - their roles of siblings had been threatened. But more over, Brayden's behavior had jeopardized whatever extra affection had developed between them. Astrid hadn't taken well to his antics and his father's reaction was similarly distasteful. Brayden had spent the majority of the last year deep within his father's realm. Punishment? Rehabilitation? Time to adjust to his sudden adulthood? Brayden wasn't entirely sure. What Rayd was fairly sure of was that he'd been granted a rare passage topside. Asgard proper. After an extended embrace with his best bud, Mateo, Brayden quickly discovered the whereabouts of his next target. Astrid, Goddess of Beauty, walked among the peacocks today, after lunch. So Rayd tempted fate and followed her, even though the oversized chickens gave him the creeps. "Howdy stranger," he said, far enough away not to startle the enchantress. "They let me out early for good behavior," he added out of a moment of panic.