Birthday gifts for orphans

Without asking too many questions, Wynter began to launch into showing off some of her wares that his sisters might like. Hallvarðr was grateful that he didn't have to fill out a questionnaire regarding his siblings, because honestly, he didn't know if he'd be able to do it. His siblings were so scattered and varied, the only one he truly knew at a profound level was Rúna, and even then she managed to surprise him. Chalk it up to a consequence of growing up without strong familial bonds or two parents that were hands off in their methods. Thankfully, Wynter seemed to be delighted at the challenge of helping him find gifts for his siblings with the paltry information he'd given her.

She started with some pieces of art and jewelry for the girls, but Hal was quick to shake his head. Though he didn't know Rúna extremely well or Lumine much at all, he knew enough to know they weren't girly-girls. "They're not the typical feminine type of girls," he explained. Wynter then showed him some materials for crafting, but Hal's eyes had noticed something on the stall. Little stone figurines of animals—namely a deer and a bear. The viking boy tipped his head to the side, studying them. He recounted the stories his sire had told him about Odin, of the legendary berserker warriors, named so after the bears whose pelts they wore. Rúna was equally as pious in their faith as he was. Perhaps she would find the same meaning in the bear effigy as he did.

"That," Hal pointed to the stone bear, "will be perfect for my sister. For the other, do you have something for maintaining armor or weapons?" He knew Lumine had a set of armor already, but perhaps something to help her keep her battle ready would suffice?

"Hallvarðr Trygg"