「 Skill Point ― n/a 」

He didn't understand why they were there, but the child was suddenly thrust into the festivities and stood on the outskirts with confusion. He watched on as folks socialised and he stood like an awkward thumb, not quite sure what to do in such company. He hadn't ever been outside of the island much, and this was more faces than he'd ever seen.

He wasn't clamming up. He was just... Observing, yeah. He tutted and turned on his heel, looking for something to take his attention away from feeling like the odd one out. Asgeir didn't want to cling to his father's side after all, and Sverke had somehow become separated from himself.

Would there be anything fun to do? He cast his eyes over to the creature creating flower crowns and cringed. Definitely not that.

skill: scout

Wardruna had not been to the blushed meadows all that often. It was usually just a place of in-between; a place she strode back and forth through on her way to allies but never particularly a place to visit all its own. Until today, of course. She might need to learn of these lowlands beyond her home's reaches, especially now that a budding empire grew within.

The word of festivities sounded and it was only in Wardruna's nature to be drawn towards it. She would never miss a party nearby, if she could avoid it! That, and she might be even able to collect and few trinkets to present to Sheauga, too. She had every intention of visiting the little bird and raccoon over these making flower crowns...

Yet for now, she simply strode, enjoying to watch. It was the sight of her little brother far from his island home which captured her attention. Sæll bróðir. (Hello brother.) She calls out to him as she draws nearer into the deeply golden boy's direction.

「 Skill Point ― n/a 」

The voice almost startled him, his head turning to spy the wolf that still confused him. They were from the same womb, like Ragnhildr, yet he felt a great distance between them. She was just a stranger to him, yet he was supposed to call her sister. She was no Rune, no Bragi, nor Astrid. She was from a mother he barely remembered and a father not his own.

It all made Asgeir feel quite... uncomfortable.

He looked at her plainly, offering a nod like the angsty juvenile he was. He was surprised to see her here, once on the island and now here. Perhaps he'd say she was following them if he were paranoid enough. Asgeir did not speak, instead he lifted a single brow, questioning the older woman's approach.

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I'm back!

He was well, awkward. His emo teen attitude showing through with his expression and raised brow. Almost a look of 'um, why are you talking to me?' on his face.

Somewhere in Wardruna, that hurt. She would have never imagined children her mother having not being as close to her as any of her other siblings had been. Yet the evidence was there, staring Wardruna in the face.

She tried her best not to get down about it. If she barely knew them now, Wardruna could fit that. If they didnt have a want for it, it would not be without Wardruna trying.

This festival is sure different from the ones we've had in Northfall... She attempts at small talk then as she draws a bit nearer. A lot more flowers, far less blood. She says with a flash of her teeth in grin.