so he found the heart in a barren land

From his perch, he can see her at a distance. Viðarr's gaze settled on the woman as she moved daintily around the battlefield... as if setting foot on it might rise up and swallow her whole. What a curious woman. The shadow couldn't help but watch her, icy gaze not unkind as it tracked her overland. There was interest, curiosity from the man where he'd settled. As she came closer, he took in the brilliant colors of her coat, splashed against white. Viðarr was quite certain he'd never seen anything like her.

She spoke as she came near, and Viðarr peered down curiously. "You can come up and see yourself?" His eyebrows lifted. The words were colored thickly with his dense accent. His voice deep as it drifts to the woman, looking to her from his high, comfortable perch.

"Viðarr"