Beat like a heart thats painted in gold

(Phone post before bed. I'll edit it in the morning to add the table <3)

It wasn't until Sigrun moved forward to close the distance between them (now confident that her aunt would allow it) that she noted the tiny scars littering his body. She briefly wondered if this was some sort of trap. Clearly this boy was battle hardened. That, or something terrible had happened to him. If she had any scars then they were well tucked into her coat and hidden from view. She was careful to make no indication that she had noticed them, but vowed to remain alert during the remainder of their encounter, just in case.

Peachy eyes shifted at his question, narrowing once she locked on to the strange formation ahead. It didnt click for her until Sedna said it. The monadnock. The place her grandmother had claimed, where her father was born. The beginning, really. Her fur bristled in response. Perhaps that's why they had felt so drawn to it? Either way, Siggy was satisfied with the grey woman's answer. There simply was no other option. Such an oddity begged for exploration, did it not?

Curiosity played across her features as Mortis spoke of his father's importance, and she wondered, in this new world, if it might be wise to befriend someone so important early on. "But now it's yours too." She knew the importance of a name. "Which makes you important." Her tone was very matter-of-fact, as if it should have been common knowledge.

In reference to the drag of his wings the yearling only offered a simple, "Good." It was doubtful that whatever amount of drag they offered would level the playing field in any way, but perhaps it was better than nothing. "No flying either." Sigrun made a show of eyeing him with playful suspicion, though the smile on her maw did not falter. She wasn't sure if he could fly or not, but better to set the rule before take off.

She suppressed the laugh that threatened to bubble up from her throat at Sedna's smile, knowing it would be lost on their guest, and for good reason too. As a cub she stayed well away from water, lest the sturgeon inhabit its waters. "Which means I'm better at catching frogs than fish, but I'm not too bad at the latter." She was, after all, her father's daughter.