[He does not forget, but his memory is not as long. Sometimes it seems the stories they tell are older than he is, but he knows he has heard the tales change with the season and what is left is few and far between. There was a time when he was too proud to concern himself with the talk of mortals, and a time he was too wrapped up in his own machinations to care but the days seem longer now and the time less filled and there are moments he longs for a home he cannot return to (though he is loathe to admit it,) and there are moments those forgotten stories seem to add only insult to that injury.
There is safety in forgotten words, he knows this. News from the states was harder pressed to reach such remote areas and he'd less thought of being arrested as a terrorist on the spot. His name had not the weight it might have once so it is forgotten. Another villain harassing a far off land.
Of all of Migard, perhaps this was the part he should've laid claim. Pretended some kind of ancestral link norse lands where his father (what irony that both the lie and the truth were here apt) had fought. And perhaps for this moment of quiet there is a beauty he does not begrudge, and it seems as much the land of gods as that of men, seems as untouched and untainted as realms not yet ruined by the glory of progress.
He is there for a very long time, but it is easy to lose track of time in the mountains, heat or no. It's the sound of those words that pulls him from his meditation, and his lips curl into a smirk in spite of himself at the expression. There was some power in recognition, some mirth to be hand in the idea of an old believer. Whether he believed or not was not the point - the language was a legacy.]
Goats? I would scarce deign that the trickster god could be roped into such boring work.
oh good im doing my job
There is safety in forgotten words, he knows this. News from the states was harder pressed to reach such remote areas and he'd less thought of being arrested as a terrorist on the spot. His name had not the weight it might have once so it is forgotten. Another villain harassing a far off land.
Of all of Migard, perhaps this was the part he should've laid claim. Pretended some kind of ancestral link norse lands where his father (what irony that both the lie and the truth were here apt) had fought. And perhaps for this moment of quiet there is a beauty he does not begrudge, and it seems as much the land of gods as that of men, seems as untouched and untainted as realms not yet ruined by the glory of progress.
He is there for a very long time, but it is easy to lose track of time in the mountains, heat or no. It's the sound of those words that pulls him from his meditation, and his lips curl into a smirk in spite of himself at the expression. There was some power in recognition, some mirth to be hand in the idea of an old believer. Whether he believed or not was not the point - the language was a legacy.]
Goats? I would scarce deign that the trickster god could be roped into such boring work.