Skill: Guardian[1/5]
It was as though the moment life had returned to some semblance of normalcy, it'd been ousted from her again—all in a single night, taken by a single dream. She'd finally reunited with Vidarr . Finally accepted that life could move forward, even in Thyra's absence. A soft sigh slipped through pale lips.
Hilde did her best to return to at least somewhat of a routine, sauntering along the meandering path that was Dawnbreak's borders. It'd been months since she first joined, yet she still felt horribly out of place. In truth, the only reason she was here at all was for her husband—if not for him, she'd be long gone, basking in the precious rarity that was solitude.
That was not true loyalty. Hilde was in no way insecure, yet she couldn't help but worry; was she even worthy of a seat within their ranks? Is that what she even wanted? Even if it weren't, she harbored no doubt that Vidarr would never leave them. And she would never leave Vidarr. Not ever.
A cry broke through the trees, a short distance away from where Hilde stood. She froze. Her head whipped back, hackles already beginning to rise. Was that a warning? A battle cry? A distress signal? The voice was unfamiliar. Loud, seemingly calm. Eerily so.
At a steady lope, she raced through the frost-strewn fields and halted abruptly when the flaxen figure came to sight. Dammit. This stranger was large—perhaps as tall as Vidarr, even.
She drew nearer, sharp golden eyes observing him. A face carved by youthful beauty, though marred along the brow. A figure—was he simply lithe, or was he thinned by hardship? She chuffed quietly in a wordless greeting, muscles tense, yet her head held low in a peaceful gesture.
Hildeguarde held her tail behind her with taut neutrality.
Hilde did her best to return to at least somewhat of a routine, sauntering along the meandering path that was Dawnbreak's borders. It'd been months since she first joined, yet she still felt horribly out of place. In truth, the only reason she was here at all was for her husband—if not for him, she'd be long gone, basking in the precious rarity that was solitude.
That was not true loyalty. Hilde was in no way insecure, yet she couldn't help but worry; was she even worthy of a seat within their ranks? Is that what she even wanted? Even if it weren't, she harbored no doubt that Vidarr would never leave them. And she would never leave Vidarr. Not ever.
A cry broke through the trees, a short distance away from where Hilde stood. She froze. Her head whipped back, hackles already beginning to rise. Was that a warning? A battle cry? A distress signal? The voice was unfamiliar. Loud, seemingly calm. Eerily so.
At a steady lope, she raced through the frost-strewn fields and halted abruptly when the flaxen figure came to sight. Dammit. This stranger was large—perhaps as tall as Vidarr, even.
She drew nearer, sharp golden eyes observing him. A face carved by youthful beauty, though marred along the brow. A figure—was he simply lithe, or was he thinned by hardship? She chuffed quietly in a wordless greeting, muscles tense, yet her head held low in a peaceful gesture.
Hildeguarde held her tail behind her with taut neutrality.
Hallå,She barked.
What business have you got here?A practiced scrutiny drew over the younger newcomer, narrowed with a calculated glare.
