5/9/2025, 1:35 AM
roughly seven-ish? months
Father spoke: best behavior, he decreed.
Sverke's muzzle twitched as he fought to suppress a bored eye-roll. He was being good, he didn't need to be reminded every five minutes - every twenty should suffice. He was already half-way tuning Tyr out when the King continued, dropping that these had been good friends of Mother's.
Sverke had gotten better at schooling his reactions, so he didn't falter outwardly. He waited a second so the correlation wasn't obvious, before straightening his shoulders slightly and brushing a bit of moss stuck in his fur free. He was intrigued, now, hungry for any scraps of divinity his mother had left behind for him to find when she'd whisked away to another realm.
She was immortal but she'd left only a few hazy months of memories with him to hold onto. Sometimes, the memories he had of the monstrous life he'd lived before this one were almost more vivid than her face - and he hardly recalled her voice anymore.
