A long overdue thread for you!
@Astrid
There had been a change to the boy's world.
Summer blooms had begun to shrivel. Yielding to the new chill that stole away into the evenings. He could have sworn that the nights were longer now too. Having left the rendezvous, he had come out the fields of the Heim. Morning dew clung to the grass as he waded through.
The boy had changed too. Growing quickly, he remained sturdy in frame. Inheriting his Faðir's heft, he no longer tottered about their territory upon unsteady limbs. Turning now teal eyes over his shoulder, he looked back in the direction from whence he came. Was he alone?
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A yelp came to his maw has his dear sister tossed herself into him. His surprise turning in giggles as he righted himself. Giving her a playful shove of his shoulder. Little tail wagging as he brought his nose to her cheek. She joined him as she always did. As she was meant to, or so it felt to him.
Astrid! Ég fór í göngutúr!
He turned to face her proper.
Have you seen? The flowers left. Do you think they went somewhere?
His gaze turned to the territory around them. He had watched his home change with widened eyes and a sense of wonder. He lifted a paw, readied to continue the search. But this time, not alone.
An "oof!" escaped him at his sister's jab. He staggered a bit before he laughed heartily. Regaining his balance, his face scrunched up in thought. But why do they fall down and die if they're just going to come back? I think that's dumb.
He shook his head, confounded by the plants.
Of course I like flowers! They're pretty! Like Modir!
He puffed up his chest and stamped his paws with a smile. Why, he did like flowers! Girly or not!
He watched Astrid and kept at her side as she began to investigate the grasses around them. He bounced backwards as she turned to him, blade of grass in metaphorical hand. A delighted trill to his voice. Sure, Astrid called him girly, but he adored her fairytales and games just as much as the girly things. About as much as he adored her.
Turning a blade upon an unarmed prince?! For shame!
His forepaws stretched across the ground as his chest dropped. Hindquarters sticking up in the air. I must have a blade myself if you want to duel!
I don't think it is. I think boys can be medics too!
Ujurak's face scrunched up in thought. Was he wrong? Fadir and modir told them to be kind and medics were kind, weren't they?
The call of her challenge beckoned his attention. Goofy grin set upon his face as he dashed to pick up a blade of his own. Dry stalk rattling as he wielded it. He stamped his paws on the ground, giggle rising in his throat.
Come 'et me!
He roared in response.