Raven's Watch tender, the body

it is the shadow pelaged brother that makes the descent to greet him, but the fond warmth that steals across synin’s visage is the same, regardless. solpallur! the norseman greets heartily, tail waving in amiable greeting. já, þat hafa, synin responds; concurring. eru þú vel, bróðir? his face lifts ever so slightly towards magna as the raven walks across his shoulders from right to left; covering his blinded side despite that synin felt nothing but kinship and comfortable. trained habits were hard to break, apparently; though magna was a presence all her own and obeyed him only when she felt like it.

ah, synin breathes in deeply the sharp tang of rock and rich, loamy earth; the cleanness of winter. it smells mostly like home. ek gerði eigi hugsekr munu vitþúr hí. magna gives out a small caw of greeting, hopping to balance upon synin’s head lest she be forgotten; drawing forth an affectionate laugh that rumbles within synin’s chest.