Got The Feeling I've Been Talking to A Dead, Dead Line
Eyrun!
03-17-2021, 06:35 PM
The narrowing of the path forced them closer together, and truthfully Eyrún wasn't going to complain about her proximity to Harbringr. She wasn't one to ever truly let her guard down but likewise she trusted in her own abilities to maneuver out of situation once it became dangerous for her to handle; she was equally as confident now as she drew in alongside him, the fur along her side briefly brushing against him. She nodded, grateful he understood how she felt in a sense, even if he hadn't had the same exact experience they could both relate in a way. "I understand. I lost touch with the group I was part of - the whole reason I'd even come to Boreas. I can't shake the feeling I've been being tested. And failing miserably," she admitted, a rare moment of vulnerability for the normally quite closed-off Finnvi woman. She was often perceived as a bit expressive and quick to speak, compared to other wolves, but rarely did she speak of the innermost workings of her mind so freely.
The feeling that she was somehow not living up to her full potential weighed heavy on her. Harbringr explained he'd felt that way until he'd had sons. Children. She'd considered having offspring of her own - how else could the Finnvi bloodline carry on, anyway? - but she'd never spent very long dwelling on it. It was hard to imagine another wolf becoming so involved in her life. She'd want to raise them precisely how she wanted, no other way. They'd be taught their purpose in life, to serve their gods and secure a place in the afterlife, and to ensure their survival until then at all costs. Eyrún let out a wistful sort of sigh, bracing herself against a gust of bitter wind and inadvertently pressing herself closer against Harbringr. "Well, that all sounds quite admirable. Raising warrior sons, I mean. Are you certain you're getting enough time to yourself? Or is that why you're here?" Eyrún lifted a brow, grinning with a hint of suggestion.
The feeling that she was somehow not living up to her full potential weighed heavy on her. Harbringr explained he'd felt that way until he'd had sons. Children. She'd considered having offspring of her own - how else could the Finnvi bloodline carry on, anyway? - but she'd never spent very long dwelling on it. It was hard to imagine another wolf becoming so involved in her life. She'd want to raise them precisely how she wanted, no other way. They'd be taught their purpose in life, to serve their gods and secure a place in the afterlife, and to ensure their survival until then at all costs. Eyrún let out a wistful sort of sigh, bracing herself against a gust of bitter wind and inadvertently pressing herself closer against Harbringr. "Well, that all sounds quite admirable. Raising warrior sons, I mean. Are you certain you're getting enough time to yourself? Or is that why you're here?" Eyrún lifted a brow, grinning with a hint of suggestion.
