Interlude II. Muninn, Today 11 am PST
She's an old thing, her feathers dull and dusty and the awkward way she carries her left wing marks her a cripple. Normally the raven is a noisy thing too. Offering obscenities, stories and advice no one particular wants even when the trailer is empty. That changed the moment Thor started traveling with the carnival and even with the Norse man gone she has yet to open her beak.
Today that changes. Today Muninn breaks her self imposed silence.
"Archie!" She croaks. "Bring me some whiskey!"
Today that changes. Today Muninn breaks her self imposed silence.
"Archie!" She croaks. "Bring me some whiskey!"