I sent a prayer for something holy
Barghest
01-02-2022, 12:37 PM
The calm nature of Idunn matched Barg's own sense of calm. Long forelegs slid forward slowly until the giant man was laying on his stomach, the brace of rabbits beside him. The woman assured him that she couldn't understand the stars and he found himself looking up at them as well. "Maybe in time," he spoke softly, as though lost in some mental musing, which he was. "My people had a seer. A reader. She read bones, the weather, even the way that a pup sat in its mother's belly." Barghest wasn't sure that he believed in such things, but he was also a natural skeptic. He needed to see things with his eyes. Idunn commented on his kill and the behemoth chuckled. "Easy to hunt when you know the habits of your prey." He knew that rabbits came out of their burrows at the first sign of a warmer shift in temperature. It had been cake to wait above one of the many exits and entrances and simply pluck them from their holes one by one. He was patient, if anything. "And how is this new world treating you?" An attempt to make idle conversation and get to know his new packmate better. Neither were from this place, but neither were they from the same lands. Their differing accents proved that. While San and her people had a thick, Swedish accent, Barghest spoke with a crisp Old English accent. It would be evident to the natives that they were all foreigners. "Speech" |