LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
Lyndvarr took his place as the ceremonies began. He was swept up in the fervor of it and the promise of raids to come. Though thought filled him to the brim with nervous excitement at the thought of participating in the next one and perhaps making a name for himself as a warrior of Yfir. The ceremony began with a sacrifice and Lyndvarr watched Katja slay the animal, it's life given so that it might bring them the gods favor. A flick of blood stained the snowy white fur of his forehead and he closed is eyes, meditating upon the mark for a moment before the festivities continued. He gazed curiously at Laufey, a relative he knew very little of but who would be officially joining their family tonight.
All too soon the celebrations began. Lyndvarr turned to watch Hárekr sample the drink, watching closely to see how the other man took it. Hmm… well, it sure smelt weird to him but it wasn't like a warrior of Yfir to turn away from a challenge. Cautiously he gave the strange liquid another sniff before glancing up at Kassander. Was this stuff really safe? Well… only one way to truly know. Lyndvarr laped at it for a moment before stumbling back and making a face. "Oh… uck… that is… definitely odd." He could feel the warm sensation flowing down his throat and spreading through his core. He hesitated though from taking another drink as he analyzed the taste.
