「 Skill Point ― Orator 」
Bragi
Bragi
Tyr smiled as he stared wistfully towards the ocean. Just mythology. Not real. The words cut him deep as he searched the explanation. There was none in this strange land, he just came and went from different bodies until finally he was brought back to the realm he knew. He thought of his son, Asgeir and the conversation he had regarding the sun and moon. The way his son was angered by his desire for something unreachable, as though he'd once been able to touch the sky. It didn't make sense then but now, the pieces were beginning to align. Perhaps he wasn't the only one longing for a world that they had once belonged.
Just mythology.
They were his responsibilty to help thrive.
Just mythology.
Not all can be explained in this world, Bragi.he hummed thoughtfully,
What I know as myself is that I was not born into this body, I possessed it.he was simply maintaining this body, though his mind was split from the reality that was wolf. He was too humanised some might say.
I know many a thing that mythology does not explain, and I miss it.he may not have been entire as a god, his arm missing from his adventures, but he enjoyed the simplicity that came with human kind. You could brew, boil and build. Wolves, they had to think logically without opposable thumbs. He often asked himself why he had not been chosen to return with Freya and the others. It pained him knowing they had returned to Asgard, but he also knew his duty to the mortals in this plain.
They were his responsibilty to help thrive.
