History tells us a story of glory. In truth, these glory myths are just that. Men and women live and die, doing only what they must. What their time demanded of them. Hoping only for peace, prosperity, and a dignified death. This is one of those stories. Those myths. Those searches for dignity.
Adria looked up just in time to see Aegnir walk in. She wondered if he realized how long he stared at her, though she was sure he had lost all track of time. Her attention was abruptly brought back to the squirming bundle of impatience that was her younger sister. Apparently, Adria had paused overlong in her telling of the story of Odin’s missing eye.
Just two random paragraphs I wrote while my son was coloring the other day.