Day

Huginn: Today's the day.

Muninn: No, it isn't. I of all ravens ought to know.

H: (defensively) Well, it is the day mortals picked to remember.

M: For the wrong reasons. It's the daymark of the turnings of the sun which commemorates the Shield of the Sky. The scars and pits are there for all to see, that it was the moon of the Earth which took the brunt of the Enemy's bolts. It was the day after the Angel of the Sun was placed to guard Eden. The day after Eve.

H: Well, it's not a nice thing to remember.

M: Don't flash your opinions at me. You weren't picked to be the rememberer.