...And my axe!
Jackal
Bylgja eyes the boy with a curious sort of expression, then. He has a blade already, then? "Is your blade blue? Like your face-blades?" She does not know the word for them. She does not ask him why he has no blade. That is his business. His blade being missing is ... his own burden to bear. She herself mourns her axe.
He gives her his end of the bargain. Bylgja nods, once, then eyes him a bit more critically. Not... rudely, but she does walk a circle around the boy, taking him in. "I will speak for you. What is it you want me to say?" Now, with his request, she understood his position. A Thrall, he must be. But Bylgja supposed that if Strai wanted her to speak for him, it meant he was desperate. Meant he was looking for something that he could not find otherwise. "I take your honor onto my shoulders when I do." If she spoke for him, she would be swearing by him. Bylgja wanted to be sure. |