Festivities and Fancies [AW]
02-03-2022, 10:25 PM
Sanngriðr had come by her brother's side. She'd come to support him, and to learn more about the residents of their new world. What did they celebrate? Who did they celebrate? Maybe this was their midsummer... a tradition that Sanngriðr would admit that she'd missed dearly. The honey mead had flown in spades, in those days. The honey mead, and the ceremonial herbs that had been burned in the massive central firepits, seemed to put everyone in a good mood. Sanngriðr could only speculate why. Well, she had her suspicions, especially knowing the antics of the priestess now. Damn, she should have asked Iðunn for some of the good shit before they left home. It was doubtful that she'd brought any along, not having any pockets, and all. No matter! She'd find a way to manage, and have fun on her own. Sanngriðr's steps were high and confident as she broke away from her brother's side. He'd gotten distracted by something, probably someone he'd gotten into a scrape with or something... whatever. Brothers and their brother things. Straightening her posture, Sanngriðr looked out over the crowd. Maybe she could find Iðunn and see what she was doing? Alas, amidst the throng of wolves, it wasn't much use. It looked like the valkyrie was on her own, at least for now. It would do her well to be more social. But socializing was hard, especially when she'd grown unused to it lately. There had been so many other things to do. No, she resolved. She'd get to know the culture. She'd get to know the people of this strange new land. It seemed more and more like they weren't moving on from it, so they'd need to at least consider assimilating. Couldn't keep to themselves forever. They would need to get to know everyone else, and this was part of pulling her own weight. A duty. At least, it was easier to think of it that way. Far easier to think of it as a duty than anything else. Her gaze landed on a familiar face. Damn, if Iðunn or Víðarr caught sight of that raven, she'd never be able to tear them away. Still, if she was going to be social, it was easier to start off with someone who wasn't a complete stranger. Putting on the friendliest face she could muster, Sanngriðr approached Ardyn. It was a friendly sound that came from her throat, a greeting. "You dressed up," a bit of a smile playing on her face, glimmering in her gaze. It seemed that he'd risen to the occasion, and he was here to be seen. Sanngriðr's tone wasn't one of mocking, but appreciation. It seemed that he really was a sight to behold. SANNGRIÐR Kom och hata mig. |