Shut Up and Dance with Me

The man was polite and mannerly, his tone light... Entirely pleasant! Bryn felt herself starting to relax a bit, get truly comfortable with the situation. He called himself Áki, and she rolled the sound of it around in her mouth. It was unfamiliar to her, so she concluded at last that he was certainly from no land like this one. Perfect! Locals were always so boring after all. He asked her what manner of stories she enjoyed and the woman let out a laugh. "New stories," she declared with a smile. "Things get so worn out after a while, it get's boring! I'm a bit of a wanderer myself, if only because most things can't hold my interest for more than a day." The world offered so many experiences, and Brynhildr didn't want to miss out on any of them.

She shifted her weight on her paws, and quirked a brow. In her experience, rogueish folk made for the best companions. They weren't meek or spineless followers like pack wolves. She wasn't made to be anyone's lacky, that was for damn sure. "So where do you come from originally? Is it anything like this land?" She gestured to the nook which surrounded them, but she meant the continent as a whole. It was dramatic and varied, but the possibility that his homeland was something unknown to her was enough to get her paws itching. She felt wanderlust begin to take over her heart once again.

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