3rd person pov:
The forest stood still. Not even a bird call or an insect could be heard. The wind rustled through the overhead canopy of leaves, and that was the only sign of life around. Odin and Myra walked up to a peculiar structure of trees.
“Do your thing.” Odin said to Myra with a wave of his hand.
Myra held up a bracelet in her hands. She muttered a spell, and all the wind came to a halt. A thrum ran through the air. Odin stood guard, her collar tight in his hand. He knew that she knew better than pull a dumb act. But this was Myra, and she often liked pushing his buttons.
Luckily for her, she finished the spell and turned to him. “It’s done. She should meet us in a few minutes.”
“Excellent work, witch.” Odin said. He didn’t miss how she bristled.
She handed the bracelet bac
