Liar.
Hvergelmir sighed, regarding Thraen thoughtfully once more. He was, in his way, a little like the rest of them. From what she could glean from his past behavior, Thraen too attempted to match capacity to capability: 'I am able to, therefore I must be able to.' Hvergelmir did believe that if he thought he couldn't find time to transcribe the primer or bother Aegir or some other such thing, he might say no -- but she suspected that so long as he thought he could find the time for these things, he would invariably say yes.
She suspected all she had to do to put a burden on Thraen was give him a reason why she thought he'd be a good person to ask.
But then again, who knew? Maybe he was more open with other people. Maybe he trusted them more easily, leaned on them at all. Maybe, given how they'd started out, her experiences with him weren't representative of the whole. Who knew.
Eikthyrnir made no objection to Thraen's slow approach, but watched him as he got closer, then finally bent its blue-furred head to sniff curiously at what appeared to be a profusion of flowers at Thraen's hip, very delicately trying to nibble one of them off and perhaps chew on it, if it proved to be real. After a second sniff, the great caribou appeared to have developed a disinterest and let go.
Hvergelmir smiled with fond consternation and shook her head at the pale creature beneath her. "No manners whatsoever," she muttered, her tone not indicating any real sense of reproof. "Sorry," she told Thraen. "I can't really vouch for my partner's upbringing."
She put out a hand to help Thraen up.
He was, in the end, no less a mystery than he had been before.
Ivynian
FIN
