Ruffnut had found herself surprisingly drawn to the music of the pavilion. They say that music soothes the savage beast, and such was the case here.

Standing awkwardly to the side as her partner wandered off to get food Ruffnut found herself swaying to the music and feeling pangs of misery with each new song.

Snoggletog had come and gone, and Odin had not found them.

Worse yet...neither had her brother.

She felt a pit in her stomach that was growing with every day threatening to devour her like so many dragons in the past.

The Taiko drums were her favorite, they reminded her of the drumming of proud vikings around a fire as they roared and told stories of bravery and heroics.

Could she be one of those heroes people told stories about without her other half?