Saga of the Dawnbringer
12-02-2017, 11:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-03-2017, 09:05 AM by Asgeira.)
To Aggie, saying that the man rarely needed patched up when he tumbled implied that he tumbled often. She wondered at the adventurous life this young brute must lead, and would lead in the years to come. She cocked her head at him and stared as if trying to see through his outside visage and into what lay beneath. She listened, hoping to hear the spirits whispering secrets to her but all she heard was the wind, and as was usual a low murmuring just beyond reach. He reinforced that yes, he was somewhat bigger than the raccoon-like creature Aggie traveled with, and despite his evident apprehension he did his best to maintain a brave face in the face of her furious friend. Aggie snickered, and said, "Don't worry about this one. Ylva is more bluster than bite. Most of the time, anyways." Her small friend shot her a murderous glare. Aggie shrugged her shoulders, unruffled. "And don't bother implying that you plan to eat her, either," she said in a bored tone. "I've tried it one too many times. I'm afraid the shock of it has entirely worn away." As if to emphasize her point, Ylva leveled the young male a dry, unimpressed gaze that said she clearly wasn't buying it. In regards to the small creature Aggie had chosen as a lifelong friend and traveling companion, 'fierce' hardly seemed to do her justice. In fact her name meant 'Little Wolf' in Ylva's own dialect, a name that the marsupial herself had chosen upon joining up with the young wolf. Aggie might have said so, but she was caught short once the male introduced himself. Jarvela? Aggie gasped. "I don't recognize you," she said at first, accusatory and disbelieving. Then again, why would the boy lie, and how would he know to lie to her in this manner? She did not trust it to be true, but in a new light she began to recognize certain features in the older boy. To explain, she continued. "My name is Asgeira Aldfinnr. Aggie, if you please. My brother and I were orphaned when we were very young and taken in by a tribe with the name of Jarvela. Our family knew of their ways and followed them too, but we mostly kept to ourselves until..." She shifted uncomfortably. "Well, until our parents died. But I don't recognize you!" Her lamentory tone returned to accusation once again just there at the end, summoning her disbelief and ire. If this stranger was fibbing she would not be pleased at all! The Jarvela were good wolves and everything Aggie considered to be her family. If anyone was besmirching their name dishonestly, well... She would not let it stand! "Talk" "You" Think |
