The Tangle you cannot swallow a life

magna does not come alone. in his godsgift’s wake comes a woman of earthen and over-creamed coffee browns with eyes nebula blue. easily, she could’ve been mistaken for freyja in flesh if she did not strike him as awkward. it is her speech that ruins the illusion, chasing it away as if it were a spooked hare. her apology and explanation are met with curious eyes; guarded. though he could hardly imagine such a thing, it does not fall beneath his notice that some wolves might consider magna prey. ravens were sacred to the allfather. my companion, synin speaks in heavily accented agreement. her name is magna and i am synin.

and i would die to keep her safe.

she is unique, synin agrees, canting the side of his face with a scratched out eye towards the shoulder where magna perches. a gift from my gods.