He sits on his throne in Asgard eagerly awaiting their arrival and the knowledge they will
bring of thought and memory throughout the nine worlds. The old man is tired from the
wild hunt but remains alert for the day’s news, is kept alert by the evening breeze that
brushes his face and by the never ceasing awe he feels for the view gained from his
perch.
They start as dots on the horizon and develop slowly into the two beautiful black birds they
are. The brothers Huginn and Munnin arrive home in the red light of the sunset, perch on
the mighty shoulders of Odin and whisper all the information they have gathered that day.
He thanks them when they are done, takes seed from his pocket and lets the ravens take
their much needed reward as he ruminates on what he has learned, glancing around and
looking toward the areas from where the news has come.
But, as ever, his inner gaze returns to Mimir’s well and the knowledge he gained there.
His one eye weeps at the thought of Ragnarok, the end. And how, though his son would
return to rule the new world, they were to miss one another as Odin’s world and time
passed.
Odin’s famous rage builds at the thought and he shoos his magic ravens away before
storming down to his armoury and kitting out for another night of wild and violent hunting,
thundering through the sky to try and escape his own knowledge of the fate that will befall
him.
bring of thought and memory throughout the nine worlds. The old man is tired from the
wild hunt but remains alert for the day’s news, is kept alert by the evening breeze that
brushes his face and by the never ceasing awe he feels for the view gained from his
perch.
They start as dots on the horizon and develop slowly into the two beautiful black birds they
are. The brothers Huginn and Munnin arrive home in the red light of the sunset, perch on
the mighty shoulders of Odin and whisper all the information they have gathered that day.
He thanks them when they are done, takes seed from his pocket and lets the ravens take
their much needed reward as he ruminates on what he has learned, glancing around and
looking toward the areas from where the news has come.
But, as ever, his inner gaze returns to Mimir’s well and the knowledge he gained there.
His one eye weeps at the thought of Ragnarok, the end. And how, though his son would
return to rule the new world, they were to miss one another as Odin’s world and time
passed.
Odin’s famous rage builds at the thought and he shoos his magic ravens away before
storming down to his armoury and kitting out for another night of wild and violent hunting,
thundering through the sky to try and escape his own knowledge of the fate that will befall
him.
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