Party till the cows come home

the party seems in full swing by the time he arrives, both birthday girls crowded by guests. in truth, Styrmir isn’t much in the mood for a party, but he’d figured he should at least make an appearance. they are family, after all. attempting to catch both Maki and Delphi’s respective gazes, he inclined his head and settles at the back of the celebration. he’ll leave in a bit, but he’ll stay long enough for his presence to be of note. for Styrmir, that’s as good as a hug. he hasn’t brought any gifts, but he hadn’t been sure what to get to them. maybe a weapon? a pretty rock? he’d been too indecisive, so had settled on nothing. that way, no one can get mad about his choices.

"Styrmir Trygg"