This war had been something Sunhilde had seen when she was merely a child sitting in her father’s lap as he told her stories. She had asked him what the flames and the cries had meant and he had told her that she’d never have to worry about it. He claimed that she was seeing visions of a war that would happen long after her time. But her father was wrong, he had been wrong about many things. He had told her that he would return for her when she had been whisked away by Asgardian guards for her own safety. But he never did; he had died.
shhh i still love you. i haven’t been on that dwarf in sometime, it’s a difficult dash to say the least lol
oh gosh, I can only imagine
letmebeamonster replied to your post: [Just happily goes to sit on her lap and leans back]
MONTHS AGO FOO
OMG I’M SO SORRY, IT DIDN’T HAVE THE NOTIFICATION OR ANYTHING
Oh hello, darling one!
Sometimes I ne’er know what to do with him. ‘Tis best at times to let him simply… do as Are does.
Which is terrorize innocent people with his lack of people skills? Aye, let him do as he does.
I am… alright, I suppose! And thee?
Alright? Is there something I do not know? I have fared well enough, my dear.