Random questions I did my best to answer

[greyfireson]

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[vicioussweetie]

"Familiar ground can be very useful. Hello, darling."

[greyfireson]

"Yes, indeed. Hello Ali."

[vicioussweetie]

"How are you and my favorite little girl doing today?"

[greyfireson]

"We are well. How are you?"

[vicioussweetie]

"I'm well. A little wound up, but well."

[greyfireson]

"Wound up?"

[vicioussweetie]

"The time of year is very...well. Don't you feel it?"

[greyfireson]

He is quiet for a moment. "Yes, I do.

The things in the woods, the things in the shadows, all the hidden peoples... they're getting ready to see what they can get away with when the human disbelief weakens in the dark."

[vicioussweetie]

She nods slowly. "It's hard," she whispers, "to resist."

[greyfireson]

"The seasons weren't like this in Asgard. Time wasn't like this.

It is... a surprise."

[vicioussweetie]

She holds her arms out to him. Whether she's offering to comfort him, or seeking comfort herself, is hard to determine (and maybe doesn't matter).

[greyfireson]

He resists the urge to pick her up, and instead kneels down and folds his arms around her.

"I can hear calls at night. They are trying to draw me out, but I don't know whether it's to fight or celebrate."

[vicioussweetie]

She wouldn't have minded being picked up. She wraps her arms around him, pressing close. "Sometimes it's hard to tell even when you're doing it."

[greyfireson]

He stokes a hand along her spine. "The wolf in me always knows the difference, but the man in me gets confused."

And that is true for so many things.

[vicioussweetie]

She makes a content sound, tucking her head under his chin. "I get confused lots too. Especially times like this."

[greyfireson]

He surrenders to comfort and sits down, arranging her on his lap.

"When the year turns?"