Festivities and Fancies [AW]

*Sanngriðr* · 03-05-2022, 10:40 PM

He's hoping for a queen of sorts, and Sanngriðr listens for a long moment. There's interest here, as it seems he's hoping for... a wife? What a concept. What was marriage like, here, and what did it all entail? What made a good wife in the eyes of this land and its people? Loyalty, strength, all things that are fiercely held. Sure, they're well prized for a reason. Integrity too, though there were some things that were tempered with chaos. It's a hard word to define. The joke would, in fact, be on Ardyn-- Sanngriðr considers herself most of those things, but a valkyrie is a prize that's hard fought and hard won. Most of those things, aside from the last. Who needs beauty when you have a mouth filled with teeth, and nerves stronger than Damascus steel.

Coronation feast, the words come. He'd taken up some sort of mantle, had become a king himself. "A feast sounds like a good time," the valkyrie grinned, her head tossing. Coronation, what a wild thought. She sits beside the newly appointed king, rakish, relaxed. "Our fall festival honors Freyr, to thank him for the bountiful summers." While Ardyn hadn't asked, she'd volunteer that much. Her people were awfully fond of their parties, after all.

"What is your... nitty-gritty?" Sanngriðr's head quirked to the side. "What is it you'll need to get to doing?" Would things be busy for the young king? Probably. Hell, they'd be busy for any king, she had to think, with winter fast approaching. The valkyrie thinks too, of her brother, and the things they'll need to set in motion to be prepared for their winter. Ah, it would come in time. "Come, let me get you a drink. We celebrate your crown and mourn your freedom," the joke is light, and Sanngriðr is grinning. Already she was on her feet and ready to move in search of alcohol somewhere on these grounds. What was a party without drinks, after all?

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