The Wheel Turns, The Sun Rises

[pirateangelbaby]

[OOC: Follows this prose. Posted early for ease of slowtags, but takes place in the spring. If you can't tag into this for a few weeks but still want to, feel free to tag late, I don't mind. <3 ]


Winter is slow to leave the shores of Norway, but here in the Nexus, the turning of the season is far more apparent. Snow has given way to mud and damp, squishy grass, bright green buds blossom on trees and bushes, and birds sing in the trees.

A less melodious pair of voices squawk from the crook of Thor's elbow. The god of thunder is seated on one of the park benches that overlooks a running path, the sunlight shining off his loosely braided hair, gathered at the nape of his neck. He is still dressed against a chill in a soft woolen sweater, but his attention is less on the cloudless weather than he is on the little creatures he holds. Anyone who comes close enough might be able to catch a glimpse of baby birds just beginning to grow their first plumage, ugly and wide-mouthed as they beg for bits of food.

As eager as they are to gobble up the smallest scraps of meat he's feeding them, Thor is rather glad that his prosthetic fingers do not feel any pain of those little sharp beaks jabbing at him. There's a fondness in his eye as he gazes down at them, but he's troubled also, a quiet thoughtfulness that doesn't leave when he looks up. "How important do you think names are? What power do they actually hold?"

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[pirateangelbaby]

Thor's not certain what a crumpet is, but the little hatchlings have seemed to enjoy most things he's offered them. Or perhaps they simply can't tell the difference. They are very young, after all.

She looks upset, and Thor isn't certain why, a little awkward as he considers if he should say something. But she seems to rally herself well enough, and he gives a nod of thanks, offering a pinch of crumpet to one of the babies.

"Like family," he echoes in thoughtful agreement. There may be no fitting term for what Huginn and Muninn were, more than pets but not quite familiars. "They're refugees of Asgard, just like the rest of us, at least."

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

She smiles and holds the fluffy muffin looking biscuit with cheese melted into it up to show and within easy reach he has his hands full after all.

She squints happily at that. yes, small ones always had a way of cheering her at least a little.

She nods listening raptly. "Ah, I see." Her face softens as does her eyes as she glances at them again. "Poor little sweeties." She murmurs softly.

[pirateangelbaby]

When the ravens are bigger, they might come to show their appreciation for the care she's showing. Right now, they're so small that they don't notice much else but incoming morsels to eat, never mind the looming people behind the hands.

"It's my responsibility to name them," Thor adds, breaking off another small piece of the crumpet to feed to the birds. "I could just name them after the... the ones my father had. But I don't know if that'd be right."

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

She nods softly and slightly tilts her head. They look warm and snug enough at the moment but she pulls out a neatly folded blanket from the pack strapped to her back. She keeps a handful at the ready for if someone's likely to go into shock or what have you. She puts it next to Thor just in case, though towels were of good use too. Thinking of nests and feathering and such.

"Aye, naturally." She murmurs softly and with an approving and understanding nod. "Well, some folks tend to do that with middle names sometimes..Honoring family and others dear to them." Least in most realms, she knew once upon a time and the current one she and the folks from their Old World and elsewhere were tied to. "If I ever have a son, methinks he'd have my brother's..amongst his." She murmurs half in conversation but her tones soft. If anyone could understand such it would likely be Thor among those she knew.

[pirateangelbaby]

"Is that why humans use middle names?" Thor had never thought about it before, just passing it off as an odd cultural quirk. "My people don't use them."

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

She hums half in thought as she does her best to recall, she did have a love of Entomology and English/ Classic literature after all. "One of the reasons..it can be I believe.." She murmurs. "Though some people have more then..one of those as well..or nicknames..There's some various schools of thought..and supposed reasons behind it." She informs him warmly.

She blinks her face lights up in understanding. "Ah, I see. " She murmurs and eyes the wee ravens fondly as she ponders and mulls things over.