「 Skill Point ― n/a 」
He was tired. Both mentally and physically, to the point he had not noticed his daughter leave. While she had snuck away, he lay against a rock, shielding himself from the elements like the cold wind of the tundra. He was content. He was unaware.
Even as the time stretched on, the Norseman remained asleep. It seemed like he had much to catch up on after the gods of the world reached out. With whispers of runes, of a journey to find them, while all he’d wanted was to find this unruly child? Frankly, Tyr needed a holiday. Somewhere in the sun and away from all the ruckus for just a day.
Or it seemed, he needed to sleep. To sleep for hours on end. To lose his child once more, apparently.
But he was none the wiser, a slight snore caught in his throat.
Even as the time stretched on, the Norseman remained asleep. It seemed like he had much to catch up on after the gods of the world reached out. With whispers of runes, of a journey to find them, while all he’d wanted was to find this unruly child? Frankly, Tyr needed a holiday. Somewhere in the sun and away from all the ruckus for just a day.
Or it seemed, he needed to sleep. To sleep for hours on end. To lose his child once more, apparently.
But he was none the wiser, a slight snore caught in his throat.
