It was an odd thing for Fen to hear the calling of the gods in his dream. They usually only ever talked with mortals who were in distress. He didn’t need guidance, her certainly wasn’t asking anyone one god to speak to him. Apparently, Frigg was taking this upon herself.
Visions of the stables flashed through his mind as Frigg stood in the center of his old room. She held Lottie in a corner sleeping completely unaware. It had been years since he had sent back to the stables and they looked just as they did before, just with much fewer animals, though that was probably for his own sake, they were never too kind to him.
“You’ll meet me here.” She said plainly.
“That’s not happening.” Fen echoed back, but his voice refused to reach her ears. It danced back to him agreeing with her, “Yes
