「 Skill Point ― Soothsayer? 」
Blood Moon

The sky was dripping with an aura that Tyr was not enjoying, the bold colour of the moon leaving a red taint on the land below. From his position in the hot springs, he watched the beast above, wondering what had wounded the moon to the extent that it wept crimson tears.

If he considered the history behind such an occurrence, Tyr might have thought Ragnarok was coming. It was usually a sign that Hati had caught Mani and wounded him, but with his sons living in this very realm with such possessions in the forefront of their minds, the god hesitated.

A frown marred his features as he eased lower into the warm embrace the water offered him. Perhaps a blot would be needed soon, something to appease the gods in their wrath, to bring about protection for his brood and the reach. But only time would tell.

You never know, maybe Asgeir and Sverke had returned to the Bifrost and somehow caught up to the fates they had once been promised. Tyr shivered at the thought. Good thing they weren't his problem while they were away on this... boys trip?

The land was drenched in bloody light, and Sindri squirmed within her pelt. The need to go and do something welled hot beneath her skin, but with all that kept happening and those that kept coming and going, she felt guilty in trying to walk away. She knew she'd be back within a reasonable about of time (unlike Tyr's unruly sons, who trusted them to leave alone?), but especially now that she was starting to learn the ways of herbs and healing she was needed here. She was going to be some level of important, relied on, as a healer. When things went wrong, like poor Apollo's accident, she would be turned to when people needed mending.
She was glad to have a teacher such as Lilja, she was, but she was upset with herself for comitting when she specifically wanted to stretch her legs beforehand. Now she had lessons, expectations, and she wasn't going to let her family down.

But it was hard to focus when the skies wept, and her charcoal gaze kept getting drawn upwards.

The moon-kissed yearling wandered the island, tense, ears back and head low like a beast stalking her prey. Astraios soared along overhead lazily, apparently unbothered by the sky but discontent with Sindri's unhappiness. He swooped lower and lower as time went on until he was only just above her head, and the deep flaps of his wings met beneath him to brush her ear tips. She appreciated his presence, the comfort he brought her, but couldn't muster a laugh as much as he didn't seem serious in teasing her. With a soft coo as they came into view of the hot springs, the owl fluttered down and hooked his talons into the loose fur of her scruff to hang on.

The pantheon is out of sorts, Astraios, she spoke softly to her companion, so focused on the sky she didn't see Tyr in a distant pool as she passed by, I should be there to settle the disruption.

Memories came back to her readily now, often recalled in the quiet moments of observing or in the peace of her dreaming world. She had yet to find a title, a name, to speak of what she had for so long tried to puzzle out herself, but she knew she came from the same sort of place as her Father. She could see the stories he told her, sometimes, not as though she'd been there but as if she could remember the places and people he spoke of. It was a strange feeling, one Sindri sometimes felt... awkward over. Whatever identity she juggled within her now felt like an intimate secret she was unwilling to hand out willy-nilly.
Until she figured it out, managed to grasp the truth in her own teeth, she wasn't sure how to talk about it. How was this something anyone could help her with?

They never rest properly when they argue, and that just makes things worse.

「 Skill Point ― Soothsayer 」

Sindri's voice broke his meddlesome silence, breaking his gaze from the crimson sky briefly as he listened out for the yearling's greeting. It did not come; instead, her intimate musings met his ears.

Tyr pondered them, but did not wish to deep dive into the secrets of the youth when the ones that scattered across this island had skeletons in their closets. A blind eye was turned, the god's own thoughts returning to the Ragnarok that threatened to pull the moon from the sky. Something was brewing this month, and Tyr needed to find something to sacrifice for his family to remain.

He would have to visit Steren and discuss building an altar on top of the mountain. It was where the gods felt closest.

Tomorrow, he promised himself, submerging his head into the warmth of the waters for a few seconds. When he reemerged, he shook out the hairs of his face and the water from his ears. A snort blew the rest from his nostrils before he settled once more.

Sindri... he beckoned, turning his gaze to the direction her voice came strongest.

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Her paws carried her away; from Apollo, from her siblings, from Cupid. They carried her where they knew none who loved her would follow, where she could sequester herself away in some darkly lit forest on an isolated peak somewhere the air was thin and the snow would muffle her screams.

He thought she'd be mad.

She should've done something the first time, when she'd felt that red hot unfamiliar rage. Or when she'd realized, too late, that something else was piloting her body behind her back, interacting with her family, leaking into her waking hours and fucking up her life.

But things rarely ever went her way.

Her paws had taken her past the hot springs, and in the low, red-hued moonlight the surface bubbled like blood from a wound. They were also, most horrifyingly, occupied.

The voices reached her first, and though he wasn't calling for her, her paws stopped anyway. The realization that her family was here was just another slap to the face on top of her already terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week. She had nowhere to go and nowhere to hide and her expression was too open, the turmoil clear on her face. There was a voice in her head that she didn't recognize and an anger in her heart that didn't belong and she was afraid that if they'd looked into her eyes they'd see someone who wasn't her.

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