Thorvald’s Wyrd 067
Whole and hale as if from full rest, Thorvald rose. He brought a hand to his face, rippling his fingers before making a fist.
Clapping a big hand to Thorvald’s shoulder, the High One laughed. “You might remain here forever, healed and rested, never hungry, never aging, every healthy, ever young.”
Thorvald considered his reply for a moment. Eternal youth in Odinsacre, but Sunna still held under the Mountain of Ice. “And tasked with eternal boredom. Forgetting for all time the worlds lie in darkness and winter.”
Odin’s smile disappeared. “Aye, you have the truth of things, on both counts.”