we built this city on broken glass

He was more comfortable in that snow, somehow, even if those falling, frosted flakes were hardly real. There was a contentment in watching that world disappear, in seeing that greenery and earth give way to snow and ice. It reminded him off...home. There was something clean about snow, something pure and untainted and silent. It was appealing to him. Frost allowed his violet gaze to linger on that frosted landscape as it surrounded him, his thoughts shifting once more to consider that very home he had hardly seen in so long. His siblings. His mother. His teeth set more firmly within his jaw as he jerked his head back toward Raven, as if that very motion might eliminate those thoughts entirely. This was hardly the place or the time to consider that he....missed some parts of that world he had grown up in. Such a futile, foolish emotion. What good did it do him to pine? How very....human off him. Perhaps it might be better to allow that more animalistic side to exist within his present thought more often. Still, for now, he had a task at hand. His gaze returned in full to Raven. Frost oblivious in that moment to any discomfort that snowy landscape brought his companion when it offered him nothing but serenity in turn. He allowed his affinity to coax that faux fire into life before that very real warmth embraced the young woman in some effort to ease any concern she might have as that eight-legged stallion wandered away from her.

He had anticipated those very questions that Raven asked after, the girl had a curious mind and this he found he was not opposed to...sharing. Not with one whom valued those stories rather then sought to make fun of them or dismiss them as gory children's tales. If there was anything admirable about Raven it was surely her near genuine intrigue in learning. A rare trait. One growing rarer still in this world. Frost was silent for several moments, the man contemplating how best to answer those queries before that magic so easily wove itself around him- allowing those raven's to appear above and those wolves to howl within the distance. The stallion considering his words then before at last offering the story of Odin and the World Tree, along with that story of how Odin had come to have only one eye and the wolves that ran at his side. His gaze shifted to watch Raven's fingers trace over those wolf pictures within the book. The woman, he suspected, feeling some sense of camaraderie with the creatures in that story. Why shouldn't she? Wolves were pack animals after all. Still, he hardly anticipated that query on whether or not those female wolves were like Fenrir. His head shaking slightly.

"No, they were not giant like he was, they were more regular sized and they were obedient. Pet's in a way Fenris wasn't. They served Odin loyally."

If either of those female wolves had ever sought to rebel the tales never mentioned it. Geri and Freki, to his knowledge, serving in a way more akin to dogs then wolves and yet they had achieved fame through their ability to devour. That, in the least, a decidedly wolfish trait. The notion of Odin and his eye seemed to further intrigue the woman, Frost displaying a decided patience as he allowed the woman to voice those very thoughts within her mind. Hmm. She was a clever woman, beneath it all. Fros answering that question evenly, his hands held out briefly to feel the warmth of that illusionary fire.

"He was only allowed to drink from it once. One eye gets you only one drink. Maybe I should have traded mine for that instead."

His lip quirked ever so slightly, that....jest about his blind eye offered almost tentatively, jokes in any sense rare for Frost and yet he was making something of an effort with the woman, even if only for Tetradore. Even if Raven herself held little interest in his attempts. Frost rose easily from his own log then to sit next to the woman, his hand reaching over to flip a few of those pages to a better picture of that world tree. His Mother had, once, shown him that very same picture as child. Frost once having been fascinated by that very picture. That tree, in all its glory had seemed so exquisite, so perfect and free- so decidedly powerful- like nature itself. That very memory of sorts prompting the softest of simpers to his lip before he felt that sudden shove. His own affinity attempted to slam down around him and prevent Raven from pushing him as far as she intended as his hand dug into that wood, bringing the stallion to a forceful stop and breaking her hold. That very moment between them near shattered as his gaze met her own in some attempt to understand just what had happened. The womans breathing suddenly heavier. Raven appearing unsteady. Frost contemplating whether or not the woman was in some sort of pain before those words left her lips, his own features frowning.

"She? She who?"

Who was she talking about? There was no other being there, of that he was certain. He was, like most Were's, capable of hearing and smelling those other beings well before they arrived. Frost certain they were alone. His violet gaze continued to linger on her for several moments in some attempt to understand. Frost perhaps near incapable of truly perceiving the depths of the damage done to the woman. That request not to approach her only seeing that scowl deepen all the more, a soft snort released a moment later as he stood, Frost respecting that request all the same as he wandered back towards his own log. His efforts to progress with that curly haired woman, it seemed, were hardly going to get any further today. He had tried, if only because Tetradore had asked it off him and yet there was only so much trying he could afford a situation. Frost simply not made for the navigation of such emotional territory. The man remaining standing now across from Raven as his arms folded across his chest. His voice as cool and calm as always.

"Do you have any more questions? If not I trust you can make your own way back to the road. As I said before I want that book back when your done too, it was my Mothers. Leave it at my house or give it to Tet to give to me."

He paused then, his gaze watching her beneath that fringe of hair, waiting for the woman to either ask what remained of her questions or to hurry back to the perceived safety of the road.

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