Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Wren listened with quiet fascination as Colt spoke, her smile lingering as the horse carried them steadily along the trail. There was something infectious about the woman’s enthusiasm, the way she spoke about riding like it was more than travel, like it was freedom itself. Wren could feel a little of that now, even at the horse’s easy pace. "Do you have more horses?"
When the explanation about Smooches came, though, Wren’s attention sharpened with a flicker of surprise. “Frey?” she echoed softly, almost to herself before realizing she’d said it aloud. Stormbreak had been full of reverence for the gods, but the idea of someone casually bringing a puppy as an offering felt oddly personal, almost intimate in a way she hadn’t quite expected. But, she supposed that felt right for Frey. At least one aspect of them. Her gaze drifted down to the dog again as he trotted proudly beside them, occasionally darting ahead before circling back as if checking they were still following.
“And they… just let him stay?” she asked, curiosity threading easily through her voice. “After blessing him, I mean.” Wren studied Smooches with new interest, wondering if the god’s touch had changed him somehow, or if he had always been this bright, friendly creature bursting with enthusiasm. “He seems pretty happy about the arrangement.” she added with a small laugh as the dog bounded ahead again, tail high.
When the explanation about Smooches came, though, Wren’s attention sharpened with a flicker of surprise. “Frey?” she echoed softly, almost to herself before realizing she’d said it aloud. Stormbreak had been full of reverence for the gods, but the idea of someone casually bringing a puppy as an offering felt oddly personal, almost intimate in a way she hadn’t quite expected. But, she supposed that felt right for Frey. At least one aspect of them. Her gaze drifted down to the dog again as he trotted proudly beside them, occasionally darting ahead before circling back as if checking they were still following.
“And they… just let him stay?” she asked, curiosity threading easily through her voice. “After blessing him, I mean.” Wren studied Smooches with new interest, wondering if the god’s touch had changed him somehow, or if he had always been this bright, friendly creature bursting with enthusiasm. “He seems pretty happy about the arrangement.” she added with a small laugh as the dog bounded ahead again, tail high.
Wren
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
