a þing of splendor
12-24-2015, 09:39 PM
Lyndvarr's eyes widened. His aunt was pregnant! He blinked rapidly trying to process this information not only the pregnancy but the paternity of the pups. And, and… cousins, he was going to have more cousins! Baby cousins! The thought was both thrilling and horrifying. "Congratulations, Katja! This is great news." He would let others move to speak as the Thing was opened to others. Meanwhile he pondered what it was he intended to do… Lyndvarr frowned. He felt a pull equally towards the fighting and healing arts and as he debated back and forth in his head he found he could not settle on just one. Lynd believed however about the good of the pack above his own personal desires. So in part he would put the question to Katja and in a way to the pack where he was most needed. "Drottning, I feel a strong desire to pursue both the arts of battle and the arts of healing. Neither one has risen yet above the other and so I am hesitant to claim a specific role. I wish to be wherever the pack has most need of me and at the moment, as Warja has left Yfir, I believe I'd be of most use in the ranks of the Eir. However, I plan to continue training in both the arts of the Eir and those of the Thegn and I am willing to be moved with the needs of our pack." Walk, "Talk" Think |