The events of the past weeks were catching up with him, and as he lay there in the sunlight Bragi began to feel himself drifting off…

Until a voice spoke out, young and female, and Bragi got hurriedly to his feet. ”I do beg your pardon”, he apologised as he stood, dusting grass off his clothes. As he straightened up and regarded the flaxen-haired teen, he hesitated. ”I, er — I wasn’t looking at anything much. Just… just the sky.”