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[cranekin]

No festivals.
No fireworks.
No tests of courage.

What a terrible way to spend the summer in a new place. I might die from boredom!

(And yet, it sounds like he's having fun. Don't worry. He'll be fine.)

Why don't we share some tales of the strange and unknown? If we tell enough stories, something interesting might appear~

Let's see... The set up isn't quite right but a hundred stories will probably do.

ooc: feel free to thread jump and react to stories/etc!

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[cranekin]

(The nice thing about having video is that he can see the whole performance. It's interesting watching how her mannerisms seem to change. Could it be one of those situations where someone just changes when they're in the right element? Could she be a natural story teller, perhaps?)

...

(He recognizes the story almost instantly in the sense that he can tell it's a creation story. It's different from the ones he's familiar with and he enjoys it,)

A cow?

(He smiles,)

No, I wasn't.

(He wonders if its an animal with significance for her...)

[hardestbattle]

Yes, a cow named Audumla. Who nourished Ymir with her milk; and was nourished in return by licking the ice.

Now...

"Ymir was a frost-giant, a being of darkness, and all his sons and grandsons were dark after him. Of his daughters and granddaughters some were monstrous but others, fair. But there was another who came from the ice, Burri, in shape he was like a man, big and powerful. His son, Borr, took a fair giant to be his wife, and they had three sons. Odin was the eldest and the Northmen hold him to be the foremost of the gods, the Allfather."

[She continued, listening to the spirit that existed within her mind's eye.]

Ymir was a frost-giant, a being of darkness, and all his sons and grandsons were dark after him. Of his daughters and granddaughters some were monstrous but others, fair. But there was another who came from the ice, Burri, in shape he was like a man, big and powerful. His son, Borr, took a fair giant to be his wife, and they had three sons. Odin was the eldest and the Northmen hold him to be the foremost of the gods, the Allfather.

However, the gods were few, and the giants many and cruel. And so, they began to plot.

"The Northmen say that Odin and his brothers killed Ymir and that the world of men was formed from his corpse. They made his bones into stones and his flesh into earth and his blood into the salt sea. They set his skull to be the bowl of the sky, with his brains for clouds. Odin and his brothers caught the sparks flying from Muspell and made them into stars, and to protect the new world from the giants, they used Ymir's great curving eyebrows as walls."

...The Northmen say that Odin and his brothers killed Ymir and that the world of men was formed from his corpse. They made his bones into stones and his flesh into earth and his blood into the salt sea. They set his skull to be the bowl of the sky, with his brains for clouds.

[Her hands make sweeping movements, gesturing with great effort as if she herself was undergoing the gruesome task. Showing how it would be done. It was terrible, exciting, and animated! With the potential to draw her listeners further into the story.]

Odin and his brothers caught the sparks flying from Muspell and made them into stars- [Her hands cupped themselves before making as if she was tossing those very sparks into the sky. And perhaps, in her own eyes, she really is. In fact, Senua could quite clearly see it all happen, her eyes losing focus as she moved and spoke.]

...and to protect the new world from the giants, they used Ymir's great curving eyebrows as walls. Thus, the world of Man was made.

... [And at once, Senua cleared her throat. The spirit of Druth leaving her.]

...Or so my friend had told me from the stories he had learned.

[cranekin]

(The story takes a familiar but unfamiliar turn. Of course, in the beginning, all was well until things turned violent. It's the same in his own story, as well. He isn't bothered at all by the violence and instead, he simply takes in her storytelling

The story end and there's the sound of slow, steady clapping from his side,.)

Your friend is quite the storyteller, then. (He'll give credit where it's due, even if he did not hear this friend. Even if he does not know this friend.) As are you!

[hardestbattle]

He was a wonderful storyteller.

[She smiled softly as she thought of her time she knew him.]

A wonderful teacher and guide as well. The sort that had much to tell and teach, but few he could speak to. [But his compliment to her directly gets Senua to shift a little ]

N-Not at all. I was just copying what he shows me. I'm certain others are far better telling stories on their own.

...But thank you, still.