HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
but as the years wasted on...
Henry snorts at her revelation of shooting arrows instead, and he looks over at her with raised brows. "Are you supposed to shoot something other than arrows?" It's a bit of humor within the darkness he feels, and though his heart isn't in it, it still lightens the weight resting on him.
He relaxes and nods in understanding. "It's one of the best gifts I've ever been given," he comments, not caring too much what anyone thinks of his obligation to the Old Gods. It's not within his abilities to go back on it now, so he might as well appreciate what little he has left of himself.
Mabel's declaration of the difficulty of farming is an understatement. Henry's family had, by some stroke of luck, managed to keep the farm for generations. Now, though... he isn't sure if he could salvage any of it. "I don't know, Mabel," he admits, because he also isn't ready to abandon the heart of his home, "maybe I will ask Frey for guidance. Or... the Voice."
He turns to more fully face her now, lowering his chin. "Would you fly again?" He asks pointedly, "If you could, would you want to?"
He relaxes and nods in understanding. "It's one of the best gifts I've ever been given," he comments, not caring too much what anyone thinks of his obligation to the Old Gods. It's not within his abilities to go back on it now, so he might as well appreciate what little he has left of himself.
Mabel's declaration of the difficulty of farming is an understatement. Henry's family had, by some stroke of luck, managed to keep the farm for generations. Now, though... he isn't sure if he could salvage any of it. "I don't know, Mabel," he admits, because he also isn't ready to abandon the heart of his home, "maybe I will ask Frey for guidance. Or... the Voice."
He turns to more fully face her now, lowering his chin. "Would you fly again?" He asks pointedly, "If you could, would you want to?"
nothing ever did
unless I caused it
unless I caused it
