One end of the lake is shrouded in mist this morning. Not so unusual. What is unusual, however, is the ship that sails out of the mist. The mist departs, pierced by the early spring light, and so does the magic that brought it here, the ship, Hringhorni, is brought to a halt and a rope ladder is thrown over one side, followed by what appears to be
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"Hello, my boy."
T: Yay! Wednesday/Odin is from American Gods, if you're unfamiliar, so hes not quite the other Odin, for sure
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His face warms in quiet pleasure when he sees Wednesday, and although he senses much change, he still seems to be Odin, but he still phrases the next word as a question. After all, it might be the length of time he's been away, or it could be that this isn't who he thinks it is.
"Father?"
Typist: Okay, thanks! And I am unfamiliar, as it happens :)
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It wouldnt be to many people he'd admit he missed her. After all, he was a ladies man, truly. But he loved her.
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He'd never believe it of him anyway, if he said he didn't miss her.
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That was a complicated question.
"Theres plenty of answers to that, but none of them satisfy me." he admitted
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The underworld?
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He did miss his fair child.
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