Unpredictable
After encountering her brother and the other girl in the North Sunniva decided to take a trip to the Western part of Boreas. The woman had, several times now, thought about going back to the abandoned vessel in the North. Where the air was colder and the wind was blocked out by the strange walls of the thing. It had almost felt like a home to her. Almost. Perhaps she was becoming soft? Wanting to settle down somewhere?
Sunniva snorted at the thought. The last thing she wanted was to become weak. She had always been able to handle herself up until now... And she would be damned if she’d let that change. She was going to have to pick up on things, get a bit more active with these “lovely” Boreian folks and their ways. Maybe if she found something useful she could potentially trade it...?
There was a thought. Of course there were other options too. She could feel a sense of eagerness fill her, eyes dancing with a certain light. She could always find herself some sparring partners. Two birds, one stone. They didn’t even necessarily need to be willing... She just had to be careful enough to not bite off more than she could chew.
The female would spy him then; a man marked with such colors that she was mesmerized for a moment. He was handsome yes, but there seemed to be something else about him beneath the surface that Sunniva couldn’t put her finger on. His expression, for he was walking towards {though off a ways to the right}, seemed to speak of being within his own thoughts.
“Hey, you!” She didn’t know his name, nor a better way to get his attention just yet. She wasn’t stupid enough to try and close the distance herself either; just in case this man proved to be hostile. “Mild winter, isn’t it?” How would he answer? "Listen to me talk," 'but read my thoughts.' |
| Art by:: Tealah |