dagfinn. stupid dagfinn. in true impetuousness, torgar was just about to leave in impatience when a shadow shaped itself into a wolf and came smoothly over the stoney lope. he was immediately intimidated, especially when those sunspear eyes seemed to miss nothing. in true youth, torgar shrank just a little before recovering himself.
was he not a drengr? an accomplished explorer already? torgar's mouth opened, then belatedly, he realized she had spoken in words that felt — familiar?
having not stopped to ask at all if she understood his particular tongue, torgar stood quiet and hopeful now, feeling only a little pathetic and wishing very much that dagfinn would appear from nowhere.
was he not a drengr? an accomplished explorer already? torgar's mouth opened, then belatedly, he realized she had spoken in words that felt — familiar?
jeg er torgar eivorsson,the young wolf offered first, experiencing a sense of surreality. had he and dagfinn passed this place? would they have found it had they not gone down to the sea? a sudden angered grief rose, clawing at torgar; he resisted its bite.
jeg er en kriger og en rejsende. men jeg ønsker ikke at rejse længere. jeg tilbyder mit arbejde til jarl'en på dette sted.
having not stopped to ask at all if she understood his particular tongue, torgar stood quiet and hopeful now, feeling only a little pathetic and wishing very much that dagfinn would appear from nowhere.
