(Source.) While the description mentions Loki, I have a distinctly Jormundgand feel about this.
Possible names include: Pink, Sprouting Grass, Egg, Fish, Seed, and Planter’s Moon. Mani indicated that He would like me to use “Fish”, though I make no guarantee He’d want someone else to do the same. The following is a piece of sacred fiction.
. . .
The horses were walking their usual path, and everything seemed to be going along rather well for the moon’s path that night. A small projectile flew out of the driver’s seat and sailed past Hati’s nose, and he knew he’d spoken too soon. The projectile dangled below the star path but was connected to something; Hati walked around the edge of the wain.
“Are you sure this is – ?”
Mani yanked on the rod and pulled the projectile into the wain. Attached to it was a small slip of paper. He read it and tossed the projectile back among the stars while thinking, “It’s going to take a little while to get this prayer into motion, but it’s not a no”.
“Just don’t disturb the horses.”
A writing prompt picture (Source.)
“I’m not sorry.” There was a sharp pain somewhere in his chest – “It was an accident. You didn’t mean it -” – but he couldn’t pinpoint it to his heart. He turned back from the door with a childish hope that his mother might still put up a fight and stop him. “You didn’t mean it -” Tears slowly slid down his cheeks, but he knew he wasn’t lying. “I’m not sorry”, a whisper, an ache of dying hope.
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