anti-curse

Kiela looked from the miniature reindeer to Sverre, looking vaguely amused. The expression she wore wasn't exactly typical of her, but she couldn't help it, not knowing what a strange sight her friend was. "For some reason, no. I've taken to calling her Bryndís," the woman explained thoughtfully. The herd knew not to fear her, but one lone reindeer - especially this small - should be afraid. This one however, was not. "I've never seen a full-grown one so small. Perhaps it has a deformity. But it seems healthy enough." Kiela mused aloud for a moment. She'd seen plenty of strange things so far in these lands, so this was just another drop in the bucket.

"And I am Kiela," she introduced herself, acknowledging his own name with a dip of her head. Her attention turned to his fox and puffin friends, giving another nod. Spending time with creatures of another species clearly did not read as strange to her, though her own non-wolf companion was a relationship still new to her. "I'm glad to see you again," she offered gently after a moment. The relationships she had were few and far between, and being genuine about them seemed to be a good idea, a lesson she was learning as she grew older.