06-03-2017, 04:27 PM
Odin finished strapping the final barrel of dark water to the cart he made. Sleipnir, now recovered from his injury, was harnessed to it. Freya had finished grinding some of the troll's bones to powder, which she needed for a spell she was preparing. Odin wasn't moving as fast as he could have been. The fact was, now that they were all gone, he realized how much he had cared about the make-shift family of Asgard. It was nice to have one of them around again. Finally, when he could stall no longer without making it obvious, he turned to Freya.
"Well, I guess that just about does it then," he sighed, sitting on the cart's bench. "Need a lift anywhere?"
She smirked. "No, I think it is best we don't dally any longer." There was sorrow in her eyes but not enough to change her mind. Odin was too proud to beg or argue the point, anyway.
"Aye, I suppose you are right." Odin snapped the reigns against Sleipnir's flank, and they started off. There was no formal goodbye, and Freya didn't call anything out to him. They both just disappeared into the forest, nothing but the stinking corpse of a troll to mark that they had been there.
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The truck back to Enchantress Melody was less eventful than his previous expeditions through the woods. He arrived at her camp a little over 24 hours after he left the river.
"Woah!" he called out to Sleipnir, more to annouce his presence than to tell his travel companion to stop.
Melody shuffled out of her tent wearing what would best be described as a bathrobe. She blinked at Odin for a few seconds before recognition hit her face. "Woden, was it? To be honest, I didn't expect you back. You look older than I am."
"Close enough," Odin smirked as she approached the cart. "Where do you want me to put 'em?"
"Over there. Near that work table," she waved indicating the largest one. Odin guided Sleipnir there and started unloading the two barrels. She cracked one open and looked in. Then with a frown, she pulled out two glass containers. The first was empty, and she scooped some water up and placed it on the workspace. The second was full of a dark green liquid. She retrieved an eye dropper from a knapsack, took a single drop of the green liquid, and dropped it in the dark water.
Nothing happened. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Then suddenly, it started to bubble. It was slow at first, but it kept increasing until it was spitting and sputtering like water dropped in boiling grease. "Well, it appears you are able to follow simple instructions. Good job." The words were both dryly sarcastic and a compliment. "Wait here."
She made her way back into her tent and came out a couple of minutes later carrying a scroll. "Alright, skedaddle. I've got work to do. I don't need sexy older men hanging around distracting me," she said as she handed him the paperwork. Odin wasn't sure how serious she was being, but he didn't waste anytime unsummoning the cart. Then he climbed up Sleipnir, nodded to Melody, and took off back toward Yggdrasil. He had a date with Fate.
"Well, I guess that just about does it then," he sighed, sitting on the cart's bench. "Need a lift anywhere?"
She smirked. "No, I think it is best we don't dally any longer." There was sorrow in her eyes but not enough to change her mind. Odin was too proud to beg or argue the point, anyway.
"Aye, I suppose you are right." Odin snapped the reigns against Sleipnir's flank, and they started off. There was no formal goodbye, and Freya didn't call anything out to him. They both just disappeared into the forest, nothing but the stinking corpse of a troll to mark that they had been there.
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The truck back to Enchantress Melody was less eventful than his previous expeditions through the woods. He arrived at her camp a little over 24 hours after he left the river.
"Woah!" he called out to Sleipnir, more to annouce his presence than to tell his travel companion to stop.
Melody shuffled out of her tent wearing what would best be described as a bathrobe. She blinked at Odin for a few seconds before recognition hit her face. "Woden, was it? To be honest, I didn't expect you back. You look older than I am."
"Close enough," Odin smirked as she approached the cart. "Where do you want me to put 'em?"
"Over there. Near that work table," she waved indicating the largest one. Odin guided Sleipnir there and started unloading the two barrels. She cracked one open and looked in. Then with a frown, she pulled out two glass containers. The first was empty, and she scooped some water up and placed it on the workspace. The second was full of a dark green liquid. She retrieved an eye dropper from a knapsack, took a single drop of the green liquid, and dropped it in the dark water.
Nothing happened. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Then suddenly, it started to bubble. It was slow at first, but it kept increasing until it was spitting and sputtering like water dropped in boiling grease. "Well, it appears you are able to follow simple instructions. Good job." The words were both dryly sarcastic and a compliment. "Wait here."
She made her way back into her tent and came out a couple of minutes later carrying a scroll. "Alright, skedaddle. I've got work to do. I don't need sexy older men hanging around distracting me," she said as she handed him the paperwork. Odin wasn't sure how serious she was being, but he didn't waste anytime unsummoning the cart. Then he climbed up Sleipnir, nodded to Melody, and took off back toward Yggdrasil. He had a date with Fate.