Meet and greet

Erik's shared glance with his father told him all he needed to know. He was expected to follow the viking king down to meet whoever had called. Something about being the son of a king... when would it be time for them to go back to Tojo-kai, where he had fewer responsibilities? Granted, it was also too damn hot this time of year. He was better off up on the mountain, where his thick coat wouldn't be near-strangling him. The boy trotted behind his father, gaze wary as the group came into view. There were... many of them. More than he would have liked.

As they cleared in his vision, the boy watched them carefully. Girls. They were tall, lithe girls, with long limbs and light frames. His gaze rests on them both in turn, assessing, though he doesn't speak. What would he say? What could he say? Hovering by his father's side, though a half step behind him, Erik stood tall. Confident, though he doesn't have the words to say. Trying to look confident, but it's hard when he's so... very much not used to this. That's alright though. At least dad would do the talking for now. He'd come up with something to say to the pretty girls at some point.

"Speech"