#(( have some smol werds...

[asgardianhammer]

[ ϟ ]—– A frown had formed, slowly vining into existence during the first stage of their wading through the water, curled and eventually settled in a stance so characteristic for thunderer's expression of utter concentration and curiosity.

Keen eye-sight or not, he failed to register what companion was holding, cradling more like, and what was noted in peripheral vision received a haphazard wave. A non-verbal instruction for the Aesir guard to relax, stand down.

Asgardian prince heard Hætta's whispers, a vague rustling of leaves nearby, and the soft clang of a spear relaxed against the guard's armor. He saw however nothing of note in the giant's hand, not yet.

' What is it ' he questions softly, as if his very breath would disturb or scare whatever it was companion was listening to. ' A sprite? The Vanir speak of many creatures here...'

---❅ @asgardianhammer

The stream parted around the two behemoths crouched mid-river. Sodden up to their chests, and yet planted firmly, both barefoot in the soft mud. Above the water, Hætta's palms cupped the floating, luminscent little form that had called to him from a river-plant, a lonely ping of Seidr, wanting to talk to these foreigners in a language inaudible to the ear.

Translating, Hætta whispered,

"She wishes to share news." a quarter size the Jötunn's nail, the transluscent layers of petal-shaped appendages rippled open and closed. She did not have eyes that they could see, but clearly she could see them. At the centre of Hætta's mind, the lyric-less message thrummed, crescendoing, passionate and alien, "'Tis a song, Hátign. Of the construction upstream."