from the cosmos spun
wight & family
02-07-2022, 07:33 AM
Sanngriðr had seen their approach, and it struck her as maybe a bit strange. Her brother wasn't alone. By his side walked a girl-- her colors were bright and knit together in a way that struck her. The only other individual she'd seen with colors like that... Barghest. She was rather fond of him. For now, the valkyrie would withhold judgement on the stranger by her brother's side. Another stray that he'd take in, but Sanngriðr understood that it was important to him. The gods that walked among them would often come in the shape of travelers, after all. For as cynical as she could be, the valkyrie understood, and she'd embrace it. There was always spot for another around their fire, and they'd trust the intentions of an individual to be good unless they had a reason not to. "Tja bror," the words were maybe a bit gruff, but not unfriendly as she closed the space between. She'd pulled a haunch of stag for herself, finding the sheep to be more than a bit gamey. Whatever made Iðunn happy, they'd catch. There were more useful bits of the sheep, and if she really wanted, Sanngriðr could catch something for herself. For now, she'd enjoy the venison while it was fresh. It would likely be much less appealing after it had been dried and tucked away for the winter. For now, she could afford to be a bit picky. Across from her brother, the valkyrie set herself down around the fire where it crackled merrily in the pit. "Hello," she greeted the stranger. Her tone is a careful, well-composed neutrality. "I'm Sanngriðr, Víðarr's older sister." Her grasp of the common language is a bit more practiced, and she pauses less overall when speaking. More confidence shines through in the way the valkyrie speaks. Her gaze drops to her dinner, and she takes careful bites, not wanting to watch the stranger too carefully. No, couldn't make her uncomfortable. That would be impolite, after all. SANNGRIÐR Kom och hata mig. |