Bryn found herself strolling around the park. Contemplating the most recent loss. And the meaning of it. Of the impact it would have. There also needed to be a memorial. But how did you do it on a place that drifted between worlds and not doom the spirits to eternal damnation here? To walk the station like the ones who had died there.
She did not feel cold. Yet she bundled herself up in furs and leathers like it was bitter. It was as if she were still a viking. Though she hadn't been for more than a thousand years. She'd left that life when her offsprings offspring no longer knew her name. They knew that they simply came from a shieldmaiden. But it was hard to leave that life behind, when two of her first born were there. In the flesh. At least, not without explaining something that was very hard to explain.
It was his scent that drew her out of her thoughts. He smelled of the sea. And the sun. And the island that worshiped him. He smelled of life. And it seemed to roar around in his veins as loudly as it did Thor's.
"Kai." She offered in greeting. When she drew near enough that she wouldn't have to yell. He really was a very pretty male.