Trails and Trials [AW Hunt]
02-25-2022, 12:35 AM
The hunt. Sanngriðr enjoys it far more than she cares to admit. Hunting was second only to fighting, in her mind. No, it was the fighting that she missed... but now wasn't the time. It's not the time, not yet. She was a diplomat for now. For now. Later it could be punch first, ask questions while punching. No, for now it was learning and growing. For now it was different than it would be. With mild interest, she watches as the man pulls the creature apart with a knife and his odd paws. "No, finish your skinning," her tone was conversational, light. She'd study the way that he moved, the way that he did things. He asked if she wanted a piece of the hide, but the valkyrie shook her head. "I don't need, thank you." She paused for a moment. "And I don't want to carry it home," there was a soft chuckle to the words she spoke, feeling the way they settle in the common tongue. It's a funny taste, and she's not the biggest fan. Still, it was an adjustment period. What the valkyrie feels isn't homesickness, simply the distaste that comes with change. Change was good... right? If change was good why did she have such a hard time? So it goes. "Who are you?" Once more, maybe the words aren't right, but her tone is friendly. It's not accusatory, no. There's interest here. Sanngriðr would simply like to know, now that they'd hunted together and now that they would share a meal. In learning who he was, maybe she'd also learn where she'd ended up. Where, and how far from home. SANNGRIÐR Kom och hata mig. |