2/13/2025, 4:53 AM
At a year old (and some change,) Arvid was a tall, lean canine. Not quite muscular, not filled out as one might expect, but getting there. His shoulders were hard, were muscular were soon forming, or would become in his older years; an expression that watched Shadow that held curiosity, and much emotion, and not quite the stoic look that she held back at him.
She turned to face him, and Arvid flinched, as if expecting something more from her, despite being the one who lived here; being the one in power over a loner. He could call his entire kingdom here to eat her alive, if he so wished it. And though his father had ruled one way, and his reign had been beloved, Arvid wasn’t sure he wanted to follow his fathers paw-steps so closely. He was his own canine, after all.
His ears picked up on the accent; the same that he shared: Norse. He, very vividly recalled, the last Norse speaking outsider he’d come across; it hadn’t gone well. Another older canine of the same coloration - and Arvid pondered a moment if there had been any relation.
She turned to face him, and Arvid flinched, as if expecting something more from her, despite being the one who lived here; being the one in power over a loner. He could call his entire kingdom here to eat her alive, if he so wished it. And though his father had ruled one way, and his reign had been beloved, Arvid wasn’t sure he wanted to follow his fathers paw-steps so closely. He was his own canine, after all.
His ears picked up on the accent; the same that he shared: Norse. He, very vividly recalled, the last Norse speaking outsider he’d come across; it hadn’t gone well. Another older canine of the same coloration - and Arvid pondered a moment if there had been any relation.
Shadow Bjornsson,Arvid greeted from across the border, his own Norse accent simmering though as he gave a swift nod of his head. Though any could hurt a baby caribou, it was an offering of goodwill that he could appreciate. Not many showed up at the border with an offering. Winona hadn’t.
I am Konungr, Arvid Stormborn of Northfall,Arvid said, taking a few steps towards her, pausing in his introduction to see if there was any recollection in her features.
Tell me, Shadow.. is a veiði-kona all you strive to be?
If Shadow speaks Norse, she may register/understand the following:
“Konungr” means King, “Arvid” is also a Norse name and means “forest of eagles,” and “veiði-kona” is the Norse word for huntress.
“Konungr” means King, “Arvid” is also a Norse name and means “forest of eagles,” and “veiði-kona” is the Norse word for huntress.
