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05-03-2013, 06:03 PM
 Travel had been tiring - perhaps made more exhaustive due to her previous experience. The dark figure followed the winged man from the threshold happily, although her gaze fluctuated between the road ahead and Thor himself. It would take time to reach an understanding towards his oddness, and even longer for her to really trust him due to it; but one day maybe Hiedrun would stop her gawking and get over it. She was thankful for the home she would soon have, and was not about to ruin everything with her rude behaviour. The pair moved along, and eventually the land began to grow blurry with fog. The air was chilled by it, enrobed, and soon enough the layers grew so thick that Hiedrun was almost blind. She followed Thor only because she could hear him moving, and from time to time she felt the urge to reach out and touch him. Even if the man had been close enough, Hiedrun was not keen on disturbing him. If she were to be so invasively poked at, she would no doubt kick at her invisible assailant; so she did not follow through with her urge, and instead followed in silence. With the fog came the rise of trees - they populated the landscape and seemed to become so prolific that Hiedrun had to stop walking completely. The fog was one thing, but the trees produced such an obstacle in conjunction with that, that she was at a loss for where to go next. The mare paused in her travel and stood stationary while the hoofbeats of Thor were swallowed up. |
