so he found the heart in a barren land

The smile that graces her is an awfully pretty sight, and the shadow can't help but take her in. It's casual, not overly eager, but there's interest in his icy gaze. Viðarr knows better than to show too much interest... most of the time. No, he'd remain relaxed and confident. The body language of a man who's not fussed, and entirely at ease in his situation. Her movements were delicate, cautious. It's interesting to him, watching the way she takes the challenge of the trees themselves. Admittedly, Viðarr had fallen on his face more than once as he was adjusting to the woods. The pale woman seems to move easily, though not necessarily naturally, as she settles down by his side.

The distance between them was polite, and Viðarr relaxed a fraction in her direction. She was pretty, and he couldn't go scaring her off, despite the draw. A draw to all manner of pretty things, a moth to flame, he can't help it. He follows the path of her gaze out over the remainder of the woods, and out past them, to the battlefield. "No fights today," he scowled briefly. Viðarr maintained that it was a far more interesting view when there were fights.

His gaze returned to the brilliantly painted woman, a small but confident smile playing on his features. "I come with my family," he explains, still half attempting to piece together the meaning of the word tourist. "For now we camp, but maybe we like it enough to stay." Yes, maybe they like it enough to stay for real. Viðarr certainly did, though some of the others may take more convincing. That would be okay, though. The desire to roam lived in all of their hearts, and if it took an individual then it took them. The fates would pull the strings as they will, who was he to interfere?

"Are you one of these... tourist?" Viðarr tried the word in his mouth. His r sounds were still just a bit rolled, like they would be in his mother tongue. His study of the woman in front of him is careful, watching for a reaction. It didn't seem that the word was insulting, no... contextually, was it how they called wanderers? Travelers? Ah, every day Viðarr was learning new things. That alone was enough.
"Viðarr"