Jess was by no means Hella. In her veins flowed the blood of Asta, while through nurture her spirit was more Hella. It was those two personalities that dueled for their time to take front and center.
"It will have to be improvised until I get into a real town, but yeah, we'll see," she told him, wondering what sort of thread or something she had back in her tent.
As they made their way out, she thought on Forrest. He was very different from most men she had met, but also had a different view on things. Maybe he had a clue. "Hey, Forrest, can I ask you something?" she asked slowly, looking back to him, "Do you think... dreams can be more than just dreams?" It was probably a silly question, but somehow her dreams felt very real to her, even if she couldn't really remember them.
It was blind and foolish to place so much trust and care in a person he didn't know. He felt Hella in her, but she was not Hella. Hella would not do what she did. That was okay with him, it was just difficult, he wanted that piece of time and life. It had been good. The rest had been empty.
"Let's go back then. I can't wait to see how it looks," Forest said with a nod before stepping back. Theyd' have this. One thing was for sure though, he would really need to look a lot more into Celia.
If something wasn't sitting right, then it wasn't. She had associated with Loki.
The kiss on her forehead was something Jess enjoyed greatly and she almost felt ashamed of how happy just that could make her. Slowly she did unwrap herself from him to make sure she didn't take this any further.
"Well, I don't want to damage it by putting a hole in it, so it probably won't be much more than just it wrapped by a string, but I'll show you," she promised, looking at it one more time before noticing it was getting rather bright out, "We should probably start heading back. They will be missing us soon." At least when it comes to not missing breakfast. It would be another long day.
Seeing her so happy made Forseti happy. He still wasn't sure how one human did so much, but he had loved her, protected her sister's offspring and all thay until the gods were taken from the people. He was happy with this though.
"You're welcome," he gave a bright smile and kissed her forehead. "I'm sure it'd look good. I'd love to see it."
Why was it he always seemed to be having a private jokes of sort or something? It was amusing to watch and Jess thought on it for a moment. She really didn't know much about him, though it sort of felt like he knew a lot about her, not that she shared much of herself. he just seemed to know.
"I have been battling the cold all my life. I fear that's a battle I'm never going to win," she mused with a shake of her head. Simply nodding, she watched him go around to find a stone and handed it to her. She looked at it surprised for a moment. While it was only a rock, it was still a wonderful gesture. Smiling to him, she moved over and hugged him happily. "Thank you," she said, not breaking the hug just yet, "Maybe I can find a way to make it into a necklace." She wanted to always have it with her.
"It's never dead while it flows in veins. Though the lack of sacrifice is not such a bad thing. That and sending men out to die," Forseti thought in merriment. At the time he hadn't thought otherwise. Though his people was gone they did a great deal of changes in the world. He gave a smile in he thought. "The cold is something you'll new to deal with but it's who you are."
He had to get his mind back. "Yes, just thinking on a memory." Walking around he found a piece of the stone all worn off. "Here, something for you to always have of the stone. A little piece yours."
Well, at least he wasn't being an ass about the apology and just accepted it. She was thankful about that. Jess did look up at what he said about the fondness. "Even if everything else speaks against it, like me hating the cold?" she asked amused, "So I belong here? Strange thought considering the Norse don't exist anymore." Her hand continued to rest on the stone, almost as if she felt a connection with it.
Somehow he looked a bit out of it. Like he wasn't completely focusing or something like that. "You okay?" she asked, tilting her head as she stood to move beside him. There were times he was just absolutely odd, but maybe that was just her opinion.
It was worth questioning Celia and how she knew. It would take someone having been here before or getting a lucky guess. He looked to the stone before accepting her apology gracefully.He looked to the stone, they'd know most of it, they wouldn't understand priests and oracles though.
"There's always something we are fond of for no reason. I believe it's our souls telling us where we need to be," he said before patting the stone. "It's impossible for anyone to take that from you."
His mind slipped back between memories a lot now. He attempted to stay here but that was difficult.
He was right in assuming she would never believe him. After all, even with these dreams it was a far stretch to think of him as a god traveling with her great, great and however many more greats ancestress.
So Jess simply nodded when he mentioned the walk. She totally could see that happening, but not with Celia. Moving into the small grove, she dropped to her knees in front of the stone with a sigh, a hand gently touching the stone. "It really is incredible," she said softly, "I know it's weird, but I always feel so connected to the Norse language. There is just something about it..." Something she couldn't place, like so many things in her life recently. "I'm sorry for accusing you, Forrest," she told him, though not daring to look at him. He had every right to be angry with her.
Real answer: he had been here for five years with an old and ailing Hella. It wasn't exactly like that but he had beem her companion until the end. He remembered a lot about this village.
The answer he knew she'd believe was something like this:
"On a walk. I've walked almost this entire area," Forseti answered moving more of the branches out of the way. He wanted to tell her everything now and take her in his arms but knew better.
Jess wasn't sure how she felt about him knowing nothing. She almost wished that he did know something so that she could accuse him of something, but the way he looked made her feel like he really had no idea. Giving a slightly frustrated sound, she ran a hand through her hair. "I believe you," she finally said, wondering slightly why she trusted a man she didn't really know, though she knew the answer lay with that strange feeling she couldn't shake about him, "But how did you find it back then?" If he hadn't shown it to her, then she had to have found it herself.
Thoughtfully, she nodded. "I wish they wouldn't," she admitted softly, "I like having it to myself." Not thinking too much on it, she unzipped her jacket, which for Jess in this climate was a huge omission to how warm it really was.
"I honestly have no idea," Forseti answered her. If he was a normal male, he'd have that look men got. The blank expression and moving eyes around as if to catch a clue. It was what he was doing.Jess still looked ready to cry. Maybe he was imagining seeing Hella in her. Hella had also gone through quite a bit too.
"They'll discover it soon enough," he said before walking towards the stone. Theweather today was unusually warm, and not because of the climate change. The priest was saying there had been strange changes.
Jess wanted to believe him, because if he had, this would feel like one of the worst betrayals in her life. "Then how does she know? She just came out of there. It's not like that place is obvious to find," she pointed out, still confused how Celia could have found it.
How this had turned into a therapy session for her she didn't know. "She is not shaking the ground I'm standing on," she replied, maybe a tad too stubborn sounding for that statement, "I have just been sleeping terribly lately." That was probably an understatement.
In a way, that place felt tempted now and she almost didn't want to go back, but on the other hand, it was still a fascinating place where she and Forrest had bonded and she didn't want to give that up. "Yeah, we can go there," she finally gave in.
"I didn't show anyone the stone. After you went to bed I went to the river. How she found it out I wouldn't know," Forseti said confused running a hand through his hair he sighed. "You're trying a turn in life, one where you don't comprise yourself. She shows up and shakes the ground you stand on...that's when you hold on stronger. You can do that. You have more than using looks and your body."
Hella always had been. He gave a smile. "Maybe we should spend some time at the stone before telling them."
He seemed genuinely confused, but at the same time it felt like he could just as well be acting and pretending not to know what she was talking about. Still Jess didn't think he was like that or at least hoped so.
"The stone," she repeated, not sure how she was feeling anymore but still annoyed if nothing else, "The stone you showed me. Why did you show it to Celia?" She could explain no other way how Celia would otherwise know where it was. It wasn't that obvious to find.
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