The sun is out today, even though it’s cold. Sigyn, would you like to take advantage of the weather and go for a walk around the block(s)?
House, house, park, house… Wait–what’s all that jumble up ahead?
Sleipnir’s fetlocks! More construction! No one seems to finish anything before starting some new project. Sigyn wants to poke around a bit–she says there are often “interesting weeds” growing among the bits of building material and construction equipment where the soil has been disturbed.
Find anything yet, my love? Any good winter annuals popping up among the BPOD?*
Looks like no interesting plants today, but she has managed to catch a dragonfly.
Well done, beloved! They are fierce and fast fliers. Your reflexes must be extraordinary!
Fenrir’s fleacollar! Where did this mutt come from? Don’t pet it, Sigyn! You don’t know where it’s been–or if it’s friendly!
Very well. Perhaps it is friendly. But if you misbehave, beast, know that I will arm myself with whatever is handy. Such as this circular saw.
Sigh. Sigyn will pet anything, and all animals love her. But I’ve swapped the saw for a blaster, so it’d better behave.
Ew! Sigyn! Do you have to let it do that?? Don’t let it lick your face! I might want to kiss that later!
This is why a) our walks take so long, and b) I know how to get muddy pawprints off red velvet.
*Big Piles Of Dirt