He tosses another glare over his shoulder when he hears Baldur's footsteps crunch the dwindling snow, but doesn't make any further move to chase him off his land.
A few tentative flowers start to curl up from the ground, hopeful at the god's approach. Though his jaw clenches, he doesn't have the heart to set them on fire.
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A few tentative flowers start to curl up from the ground, hopeful at the god's approach. Though his jaw clenches, he doesn't have the heart to set them on fire.
"What do you want?"