Mm, I thought you might. But even in Iceland, a maze does seem a little silly. It makes sense here though.
[Onni falls quiet as Reynir starts telling his story, leading him around the maze, and Onni follows along congenially enough, letting Reynir pick which paths to go down. It's comfortable and companionable and he finishes the rest of his cup of mead as they go and Reynir talks, setting the empty cup absently down on a table they pass that makes up part of the maze wall.
The story Reynir tells, about his picture book as a child, with a monster in a maze and the sacrifice of children - the story itself is a little horrific, thinking about it with an adult's mind. But he can imagine the wonder of seeing those illustrations and reading that kind of adventure as a child. It's something Tuuri would have loved, the drama of an epic mission and being guided through a maze, exploring vicariously through the hero. Probably, even as a child, Onni wouldn't have cared for it much, would have been thrown off by children being eaten and all the dangers in the maze. He'd always been more the type to read non-fiction books about interesting topics, particularly when he knew the end of the story if there was one.
In his tipsy state, he realizes how boring that sounds, and wonders idly how someone like Reynir, who is so full of life and energy could remain interested in him.]
Oh? What was that hero like? I imagine some swashbuckling sort of rogue. That's usually what the heroes in that kind of adventure story are.
[Nothing like Onni, though he's not entirely sure why his drunken mind is comparing himself to the hero.]
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[Onni falls quiet as Reynir starts telling his story, leading him around the maze, and Onni follows along congenially enough, letting Reynir pick which paths to go down. It's comfortable and companionable and he finishes the rest of his cup of mead as they go and Reynir talks, setting the empty cup absently down on a table they pass that makes up part of the maze wall.
The story Reynir tells, about his picture book as a child, with a monster in a maze and the sacrifice of children - the story itself is a little horrific, thinking about it with an adult's mind. But he can imagine the wonder of seeing those illustrations and reading that kind of adventure as a child. It's something Tuuri would have loved, the drama of an epic mission and being guided through a maze, exploring vicariously through the hero. Probably, even as a child, Onni wouldn't have cared for it much, would have been thrown off by children being eaten and all the dangers in the maze. He'd always been more the type to read non-fiction books about interesting topics, particularly when he knew the end of the story if there was one.
In his tipsy state, he realizes how boring that sounds, and wonders idly how someone like Reynir, who is so full of life and energy could remain interested in him.]
Oh? What was that hero like? I imagine some swashbuckling sort of rogue. That's usually what the heroes in that kind of adventure story are.
[Nothing like Onni, though he's not entirely sure why his drunken mind is comparing himself to the hero.]