The chicks don't seem to care much what kind of food comes their way, ready and eager to gulp any and everything down with the ravenous hunger that most babies seem to possess, mouths open wide and caw-cawing in demand for more.
"They'll eat just about anything," Thor answers, nodding a little in greeting, though his hands are too occupied to wave. "Meat, cheese, bread... berries aren't in season but they'll eat those too."
He wouldn't know for sure, of course, except that he's quite familiar with the dietary habits of Asgardian ravens.
Thor does not need to ask what kind of shadow a name might cast over the course of someone's life. Just the name of one's father is influence enough, or the absence of such in a community where lineage matters so dearly. "It's a decision that carries a great deal of weight, then."
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"They'll eat just about anything," Thor answers, nodding a little in greeting, though his hands are too occupied to wave. "Meat, cheese, bread... berries aren't in season but they'll eat those too."
He wouldn't know for sure, of course, except that he's quite familiar with the dietary habits of Asgardian ravens.
Thor does not need to ask what kind of shadow a name might cast over the course of someone's life. Just the name of one's father is influence enough, or the absence of such in a community where lineage matters so dearly. "It's a decision that carries a great deal of weight, then."