Juniper gently placed herself down next to Thor. As she did so, her empathetic powers amped up, feeling the deep grief that Thor was experiencing. It ached in her chest, like a constant burn that just grew, brewing under the surface. “I am very sorry your majesty. I know how it feel to lose someone you love. I wouldn’t wish it upon anyone.”
She admired his complexion as he gazed up at the stars, as if his brother along with the rest of the fallen were guarding over him. Juniper knew very little of the norse beliefs, but she did recognize that Thor was confiding in the sky. “I will pray for their rest too then. As for strength, I am certain you will lead us to victory.”
Then she turned to muse at the stars, admiring the exquisite beauty of the starts glinting up against the ebony sky. They danced together in patterns, creating images, telling stories. “That constellation over there, do you know what it is?”
Thor let her join him, but his power was brewing a storm from the east, drawing it closer as he let his grief finally weigh on his heart. As she spoke he was distracted, moving to look at where she motioned. He smiled fondly, nodding. He explained it to her, the storm getting closer still as the wind picked up and lightning flashed through the clouds. “We should go inside, little one.” he urged. “My grief breeds stormy weather and I do not wish for my brother’s favored to be caught in this weather.” he moved to stand and offer his hand. “You will safe inside, and you need rest.”
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