Huginn, Muninn | See and Hear. | Whisper all | In Odin's ear.
Oliver’s reply was… less than reassuring. It implied that speaking with the local gods was not only expected, it was inevitable. As though, if Rance didn’t go to them on his own, they would come to him. Ominous. “Right. That’s relievin’, at least.” He tried not to sound as though a bit of dread hadn’t tried to creep down his spine.
Talk of their goals for the puddles was a lot easier to handle, even when it came to admitting his own ignorance. Hearing someone who looked younger than him and was — presumably — human speak as if he’d been through a lifetime to reach the point he was at had him arching a brow again, but who was he to judge? Especially another man who’d fallen out of his world and into another. There really was no telling what he’d gone through to get to where he was, no matter how easy his smile. And the confusion of not knowing where to go in life was one Rance was familiar with. “I wasn’t lookin’ further than a week ahead even when I knew what the road looked like. These days, I know approximately jack shit. Nice to know it won’t always be that way. Which I guess what all this is about, right?” He gestured ahead of them.
The wink had Rance chuckling, even if it didn’t really calm his nerves. Oliver knelt down by the puddle as if it were really just a pool of water. For that matter, it was entirely possible that the rumors were nothing more than that: rumors and fireside hearsay. “Good question.” Mentally berating himself for being scared about a damned puddle, Rance stepped up as well, crouching down beside Oliver and looking down. The still water mirrored back their reflections, shadowed and imperfect. “Can’t hurt, I guess….”
Before Rance could do more than think a question, he blinked and his reflection was gone. In its place stood the image of a naked man, back to him, dark hair and sun-kissed skin highlighted by firelight. The image started to turn and Rance, startled, blinked again.
The man was gone. Instead the water showed himself, furious, feathers and fur erupting and receding in dark waves over his arms. The image shouted at someone the real Rance couldn't see. Then he blinked again and it was only his reflection staring back at him, wide-eyed and shocked. “What… the actual fuck was that?”
Talk of their goals for the puddles was a lot easier to handle, even when it came to admitting his own ignorance. Hearing someone who looked younger than him and was — presumably — human speak as if he’d been through a lifetime to reach the point he was at had him arching a brow again, but who was he to judge? Especially another man who’d fallen out of his world and into another. There really was no telling what he’d gone through to get to where he was, no matter how easy his smile. And the confusion of not knowing where to go in life was one Rance was familiar with. “I wasn’t lookin’ further than a week ahead even when I knew what the road looked like. These days, I know approximately jack shit. Nice to know it won’t always be that way. Which I guess what all this is about, right?” He gestured ahead of them.
The wink had Rance chuckling, even if it didn’t really calm his nerves. Oliver knelt down by the puddle as if it were really just a pool of water. For that matter, it was entirely possible that the rumors were nothing more than that: rumors and fireside hearsay. “Good question.” Mentally berating himself for being scared about a damned puddle, Rance stepped up as well, crouching down beside Oliver and looking down. The still water mirrored back their reflections, shadowed and imperfect. “Can’t hurt, I guess….”
Before Rance could do more than think a question, he blinked and his reflection was gone. In its place stood the image of a naked man, back to him, dark hair and sun-kissed skin highlighted by firelight. The image started to turn and Rance, startled, blinked again.
The man was gone. Instead the water showed himself, furious, feathers and fur erupting and receding in dark waves over his arms. The image shouted at someone the real Rance couldn't see. Then he blinked again and it was only his reflection staring back at him, wide-eyed and shocked. “What… the actual fuck was that?”
