Ever-watchful, but beginning to calm, Tyr felt a wave of self-loathing at his reaction. This girl was obviously younger than him, a bare inch taller if even that, better fed but slim despite that. The idea that she would be a threat to him was ludicrous and yet here he was, cringing and cowering against a wall. It was disgusting.
He turned his face away slightly to hide the emotions flickering through his bicolour eyes. Was he ever going to be free from his father's influence? He huffed out a sigh. "You aren't intruding. It's fine."
The girl spoke again, giving her name. He flicked his eyes over to her, studying her without turning his head. Her markings were quite unusual, from the dark color and spots lining her eyes, to the cross shape on her shoulder, and the ice-blue of her eyes was piercing. Her face was smooth and kind - her name seemed fitting. But Tyr, as much as it seemed illogical to mistrust and fear her, still could not bring himself to completely banish the lurking suspicion. He turned his gaze away once more. "My name is Tyr." Not claiming his surname left a shivery fearful feeling, mixed with a sort of elation, and Tyr scolded himself impatiently. What was he thinking, that Hroovitnir would come back to haunt him if he refused to call himself a Hroovitnirsson? Stupid, stupid boy.
His impatient annoyance with himself prompted him to ask a question, something he'd long ago learned not to do. "What are you doing out in this storm alone? You must have someone to be with, surely... Family, friends, mate...?" He trailed off after that last one, embarrassed. Gods, that sounded like a bad pickup line. "I- I mean, you seem like you'd... You're just so young and pretty, it doesn't seem..."
He sighed and gave up trying to fix it. It wasn't like he had much experience socializing with anyone, let alone an unrelated female. "Nevermind," he mumbled, hiding his head under his good paw.
"Speech"
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