1/22/2025, 1:54 AM
The disaster seemed to be passing. With each passing moment, the girl recovered her strength and wits, what few she had. With each passing moment, Sverke realized how embarrassing his reaction was going to seem when a healer arrived to tell him that she was fine and that he'd panicked for no reason.
How...awful. He scowled at the puppy, then the ground as the Prince tried to scheme his way into a good excuse for this mess. The sister would be no help, he was sure. She was still bleeding from her face and muttering confusing untruths.
If you don't know what it was, how do you know it wasn't a vision?He stuck his tongue out at her, childish and petty. Much of his previous effort to step up to the 'big brother' role in the moments past was dissipating as Sverke waited for an adult to show up and chide him, and it wasn't even his fault. How was he supposed to know the thrashing fit she'd had wasn't the goddess Hel herself dragging the bastard child to her cold, unpleasant realm?
He huffed out a sigh.
Does that happen often? Your....fits.
She said her name was Bragi, although with little confidence in the statement. Sverke at least knew what to expect, by now, and only offered her a nonplussed stare and flick of his ear.
Bragi. It's unfortunate blood is always shed when we half-siblings meet.
He tilted his head, eyeing the girl like a raven memorizing the face of an enemy...or perhaps an ally. Some might say it was an omen, that there was always bloodshed upon their meetings. Of course, Sverke didn't know of the perfectly pleasant meetings of his other littermates with their half-siblings.
