She hadn't strayed, and Sindri was still trying to be on her best behavior. She stuck close, she asked before she went off hunting (mostly because she needed Cupid to hold the owlet), and she focused on keeping her Papa's path as clear as she could. It was fun, and exciting, and she was so glad to be out and about. Out stretching her legs, learning, searching for runes, spending time with the people she loved most. Part of her wished they could do this all the time; wander, search, live to the fullest.

She flipped an arched branch out of the way as she forged forward for Cupid, and thought that would never really be possible for them. But a girl could dream of flying, right?

The fledgling rooted in the crook of her shoulder blades and fast asleep, Sindri stepped carefully as she moved along, halting and looking up to Tyr as he explained that they were visiting friends of Freya. A simple, agreeable note cooed from her lips, and the teenager stood a little straighter as joined her song with the Kings. She didn't know who they were calling for, or why, but she was happy to be helpful. :)