Another Offering (open)
She was still a little hurt. Was still a little angry. But it was Wednesday and that meant tithing to her god. Even if she wasn't talking to him.
She left some bread for Munnin and Hunnin, with a little milk and honey. And a few drops of blood. For Wednesday she left some sheet music she'd written out. The song he'd sung her.
Part of her hoped he liked it. Part of her didn't care.
She set the dish out for the birds on the flat rock next to the pond, using it to weigh down the sheet music before she walked away.
She left some bread for Munnin and Hunnin, with a little milk and honey. And a few drops of blood. For Wednesday she left some sheet music she'd written out. The song he'd sung her.
Part of her hoped he liked it. Part of her didn't care.
She set the dish out for the birds on the flat rock next to the pond, using it to weigh down the sheet music before she walked away.