Shape Shifters & Sunsets
"You truly loved the fool, didn't you?" asked the King, Odin.
Sif hesitated, a warm tear trickling down her cheek. "There was a time when I loved him, but after he fell into damnation, I turned bitter. However, after today, I'm left broken." She turned to the aged King, registering his strange apathy and dark eyes. Silence fell between them, and as they watched the three suns set in the distance beyond the Bi-Frost, Sif found it appropriate to break the silence.
"He's really gone, isn't he?"
"Is he?" asked Odin, his voice growing young and dark, eyes shining green.