The Tangle you cannot swallow a life

synin gives a small nod; figuring that speaking any further would only be a redundancy that wasn’t needed. the stranger introduces herself as wren and he plays around with it in his head; tempering it out, as if he might be able to figure out how to speak it out loud and not butcher it with his accent. no doubt, regardless, it would fall strange sounding compared to the easy way in which the singular sound that rolls of her tongue.

her inquiry draws a soft chuckle from synin’s lips; for while he appreciates the interest in his beliefs there is far too much to unpack in one day let alone the time they would spend in one another’s company here, especially given that he is travel weary. there is far too much to tell you in any one day, synin offers as an explanation to his earlier chuckle. where to even start? magna’s feathers ruffle, wingtip brushing against his ear as she stretches it to nibble at an inch and smooth her feathers.

it gives synin an idea; to offer a somewhat relevant tidbit that might satisfy wren’s curiosity for the time being, at least. i call magna my godsgift for she came to me when i woke from the fevered dreams that flowed in the wake of sacrificing my eye to the allfather, havi; better known among my people as odin. synin weaves the tale with a wordsmith’s ease. you see, ravens are sacred companions to the allfather. he has two, huginn and muninn — thought and memory — and each day they scour the nine realms for information, reporting it back to odin at the end of each day when hati stirs to chase the moon.

magna is how i know he favors me. it does not occur to synin that waking to find magna nested against him was simply because her siblings pushed her out of the nest in the tree above him and he was the closest and warmest thing; large enough to keep hungry predators from hunting her.