Alpine Lake dirt

Gunnar shifted and moved. His body growing achey from sitting still. The bane of aging, was how often his body stiffened. Usually just a movement and he could unkink it, but it was still exhausting and a bit irritating. Spring was the time for lovers, he knew this, had seen it first hand for many. Had never felt it's bite or sting or unfurling.


She looked him over with serious gaze, and he wondered at it. Had he said something to upset her or was she asking him a serious question.

"I'm glad I could help you be bold, females should be, they are our mothers, sisters, aunts, wives."

Her next question drew him pause, and he didn't have an answer for her, though he would try and search for one for her.

"If Freya and Odin deem it so I will not go alone, but if that is in the cards for me then I will. We shall see. It will depend on who I meet, when I meet them and how I imagine."