Baldur let the world spin by him as he waited for the Queen to address the crowd. He had to admit the idea of a festival was thrilling and sorely needed after the storm of tragedy that had crashed so brutally into Ebony's shore. He allowed his mind to wander but it didn't go far before he sensed something. Baldur shot forward, powerful back legs pushing him in a twist as he tried to turn around to address danger he sensed more than saw. And yet despite his speed fangs seized into snowy fur and with a painful tug that made him yelp his brother Thor ripped a sizeable chunk of fur from Baldur's rear end? again.
"Why you big, braying jackass! You? you?." Baldur's anger could not be sustained as he eyed his older brother. Spirits above it was good to see him. Especially after all the shit he'd just gone through. "It's good to see you Thor." Snarl smoothed into a smile as he moved forward to playfully bump his left shoulder against Thor's. It had been way too long since he'd been away from home. Behind him though he could hear Linne? struggling to contain her laughter. Oh... so that's how it was huh?
"I'm sorry love... your face.. I just... hahahahaa." Linne? collapsed in laughter and Baldur shifted to send her a look but it was only half-hearted. He'd forgotten how much he'd missed her laughter.
