10/17/2025, 1:26 AM
It seemed futile, to remember a life that no longer existed. No, he was not dead, but the life he'd once lived, the life he'd left—there was nothing but severed ties that remained. Even the land, which looked utterly the same, felt different. Unfamiliar.
He'd woke with Freya on his mind. Though it was not her gold-flecked skin that he'd dreamt of, but instead her offspring. Astryr. She was not with him, neither tucked into his side or resting somewhere nearby. Raihn stirred, still incapacitated despite the rest he allowed himself. He needed to search for her, to find her; she couldn't, she couldn't, she couldn't—
She couldn't just be gone.
It was in that moment of panic that he found his name on the wind, severed from the tongue of a man he thought he'd never see again. From a man he envied.
Maybe it was that same bitter jealousness that settled like a heavy-weighted darkness over his heart, or maybe it was the loss he knew they'd both endured. A grief no doubt rekindled at the sight of each other.
Týr?It was uttered back, crimson eyes squinting at the mouth of the den.
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