Sleepy Fox Hollow the wonder that keeps the stars apart

that link though, lmao. it took me a hot minute to realize it was there. xD

Sif does not appear to be discouraged by his lack of immediate praise on the territory she has found for them, the amassing kvennabúr that he does not mean to be a collection of women but is simply how things have progressed to be. It is only natural that the further along this thing goes the more that Wardruna begins to think of and refer to them as his women. That had been his intent, after all, to collect thralls to show his dominance but thralls are not so welcome here and each woman is so very different that he does not think it is fair to categorize all of them into thrall. Wardruna is learning that things are smoother and work a lot more efficiently if they join of their own free will. Sif, for instance, has become something of Wardruna’s personal ray of sunshine and without intent he finds himself growing particularly close to her. She leads him into the territory with a cheerful bob of her head as Wardruna gives a soft, light-hearted shake of his own.

Once they have descended to flat earth once more she chirps, naming off what he presumes to be internal territories and he thinks, once more, that Sif has indeed been busy while he’s been tending to things in Easthollow. Keeping up appearances under hawk-eyes that only irritate him more and more as the days grind on is becoming exhaustive and he wants to be free of them and their scrutinizing eye. As quickly as he can be. “Hmm,” He draws with a curl of his lips and a heavy lidded look as she looks to him in a way that he thinks is bashful. “Show me your favorite place.” He suggests in a low purl, figuring that inviting her to show him her favorite internal territory she’s discovered so far might be a good place to start.