[She waits for him just outside the door, the path visble from there. The house was sturdy and warm, but clearly made by someone with money.
Having only been clearned for several days, she hadn't had time to get clothes made like they were back home, instead wearing the more modern and local garments like the thick, green parka with fur lined hood. Gyda herself isn't sure what to make of this. Just a day ago she was praying to the gods for her parents to return, and now here's her father, looking as though nothing terrible had happened.
She vaguely recalled someone telling her of this place, how people don't appear from same points in time. But like meeting the god Loki, hearing was one thing, seeing was something else.]
She smiled when they saw eachother, part of her wanting to rush over, the other part only willing herself to remain standing.]
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Having only been clearned for several days, she hadn't had time to get clothes made like they were back home, instead wearing the more modern and local garments like the thick, green parka with fur lined hood. Gyda herself isn't sure what to make of this. Just a day ago she was praying to the gods for her parents to return, and now here's her father, looking as though nothing terrible had happened.
She vaguely recalled someone telling her of this place, how people don't appear from same points in time. But like meeting the god Loki, hearing was one thing, seeing was something else.]
She smiled when they saw eachother, part of her wanting to rush over, the other part only willing herself to remain standing.]