「 Skill Point ― n/a 」
He awoke with the soft flutter of his lids, peering up only to be confronted by the still somewhat warm body of a rabbit against his paws. An offering. It widened his gaze, his head swinging as he searched for Sindri only to find her beady little eyes staring at him in wait with the happiest smile on her face. She thought she'd done well, and when he noticed the second rabbit, she had done well; but at what cost?
The god pulled his eyes away, lifting a paw to wipe the side of his face as a sigh fell, audible, relieved? Or was that disappointment? He couldn't place the emotion as he held his face, eyes closed tight as he thought about how to respond, mind still sick with sleep.
The god pulled his eyes away, lifting a paw to wipe the side of his face as a sigh fell, audible, relieved? Or was that disappointment? He couldn't place the emotion as he held his face, eyes closed tight as he thought about how to respond, mind still sick with sleep.
You can't keep doing this, Sindri,he uttered softly, not a harsh sharpness to any word. He was exasperated, exhausted. Too tired to argue, to fight this. She'd done well, saved him a trip. While he knew he needed to slacken his leashes on the children, he couldn't go and lose her a second time. What would Cupid think? He'd be broken, as would Tyr, if they lost another child.
