Duck Lake weeping willow

The girl kissed by fire - Fox Björn reminded himself firmly despite that they would likely never meet again after this and her name would become unimportant to him - for the moment held his curiosity, and the Viking was encouraged by the smirk he had watched form across her lips at his words. “I see,” Björn murmured, though his understanding likely meant little to her, he was sure. They were but strangers whose paths had happened to cross, though Björn did not really believe all that much in circumstance. The silence that followed was as brief as Björn’s wandering eyes as he followed another duck that waddled in between them, oblivious to their existence. Or, rather, choosing to ignore them. The avian’s attention was not needed, anyhow. The silence was broken by Fox’s inquiry of his scars, and slowly Björn’s eyes found her once more where they lingered as a slow, coy smirk tugged at the edges of his lips. Björn could not fault her for her curiosity - not when the God he shared a kinship and deep connection with was the God of Curiosity, which was befitting for Odinn whom saw all through his ravens Huginn and Muninn, and whom had given his eye to acquire knowledge.

Most settled for staring at his scars, or avoiding looking at any place on his body but them as if they were afraid he would rip their throats out just for staring - even his lovers feared to inquire about them; but not her. No, she was different, she had asked, and Björn accepted her curiosity, welcoming it with wide arms. Though it was likely unintentional, she had captured more of Björn’s interest in her. Regardless of it was unwanted or not, it was hers for the moment. “They are symbolic to my people. One is for a rite of passage, one is for the throne, one means Berserker, one is for my family, but together they speak of where I am from, my accomplishments, and my kinship with Odinn, the Allfather of our Gods.” Likely, they just looked like random carvings in his skin, marking up his handsome face but to him, they were so much more. “Though I suppose to most they are just ugly.” At least to the shallow, anyway. That was not to say that Björn was not capable of being shallow, because he was drawn by beauty but beauty faded and Björn had never kept them around because they had failed to provide him with anything else.