Dan Torrance (dr_sleep) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2020-04-25 11:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | brenna, dan torrance |
Who: Dan and Brenna
Where: ASGARD
What: ASGARD
When: Lunchtime, Saturday 25.
Rating: Low
There was a bustling market not more than ten meters from where Dan stood. He could hear the stall owners calling out about their various goods, the roast venison was the best you'd ever had, these leather goods were worked so finely and so well that even the royal family used them, this drink was the most thirst-quenching ever... And Dan wanted to explore. He didn't want to do it on his own, though, and that was the problem. Brenna had managed to step through the door. She'd even walked to the end of the alleyway, and then she'd stopped and stared all round her about ten minutes ago, and she hadn't moved since then.
This was huge for Brenna, he knew that. This was where her Gods lived, after all, and now she was standing on their ground. He wasn't religious in the slightest, so he didn't have quite the same feeling of reverence that Brenna did (although the place did look amazing) and he had no problem with wandering the same streets that Loki and Frigga and Thor knew. But she did and he could feel the awe and her sense of unworthiness all swirling about in her mind. So he was patient with her, and he waited.
"Brenna?" he said after a couple more minutes, reaching over to play with her hair a little, "do you want to go get something to eat? That stall over there is selling all kinds of roast meat."