Sleepy Fox Hollow the wonder that keeps the stars apart

Wardruna does not feel uncomfortable with the silence that settles between Sif and him: it does not make him nervous and he feels no need to fill it with idle and meaningless chatter. When the woman at his side halts so, too, does Wardruna: attuned to the slow and eventual cease of her movements felt at the close press of their bodies. She spoke a name that is unfamiliar to Wardruna but he need not draw it to question for Sif offers the missing information quickly enough. Another girl. Yet, this brings it with a new series of questions of Wardruna’s own. Was Rheia one of his by recruitment of Sif? Or just …another girl. A stranger that moves on as quickly as the tide? Wardruna does not ask these those as Sif poses her next question, her anxiety over it notable to even Wardruna. He does not know the source of her anxiety in relation to her inquiry but he moves so he is standing before her, facing her. The haunting jack-o-lantern orange of his functioning eye seeks her burgundy gaze. “I am Dróttinn and you, the sisters, you are my sister wives.” That was the idea he’d been hinting at when they’d recruited Poet and it has stuck with him now. It was true that Wardruna never thought much about striking out and claiming leadership and in the very rare times that it was a fleeting consideration in his mind he’d never thought it would shape like this. Yet, he cannot claim he is disappointed. If anything, he’s quite the opposite.