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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[legendary_titan]

Saint inclines his head. "Sort of. Fame can be a part of it for some." He chuckled warmly. "I speak of actions. Even humble actions can cement the name of someone to many. The deeds of an individual no matter how big or small, can give power to their name."

It was about that moment that he noticed the baby ravens in the crook of the man's arm. He was silent for a few moments before he carefully sat on the bench, bending forward slightly to get a closer look, not wanting to frighten them.

"Akh, vorony! Razve ty ne milyy? Tishe sladkikh malyshey. The Titan cooed softly, slipping into his native language for a moment. "Such beautiful Ravens my friend." He switched back to English. "I see you have been giving them dinner." His tone was fond.


[[ooc: translation: "Ah, ravens! Aren't you cute? Hush sweet little ones."]]

[pirateangelbaby]

There's something universally endearing about large, strong individuals melting over the sight of baby animals. Especially considering the ravens are still in their ugly phase, yet to grow into their adult plumage. Thor smiles when the armored man coos over the little ones, clearly taken with them despite his face being obscured by his helmet. "They were just fed, but it doesn't seem to stop them. But they're still growing, so I suppose I'll let it slide. Do you want to give them some?"

He hasn't forgotten the Titan's answer, though, no matter if he takes Thor up on his offer or not. "That's true. Most are more than just their names, no matter the meaning."

[legendary_titan]

"Ha! Little ones like that tend to be little bottomless pits." Saint chuckled pleasantly. At the offer, he gave off the impression he was beaming, though his face was hidden. "Da I would like that. One of my favorite things to do is to relax in a quiet place and feed the birds. In the Last City, the Pigeons come to me in the hanger for food. I always have some handy."

He gestured at the pouch of bird seed hanging from his belt. It was clear he loved birds considering he had a stylized decal of one on his armor along with the number in his name.

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor shifts a little, giving the Exo an easier angle to drop little bits of food in the baby birds' mouths, still too young to peck at it like the adult pigeons Saint feeds. "They'll eat just about anything and cry for more. Growing fast though, I swear they were half this size yesterday."