Jade Fern Grove checkmate

Awkward post is awkward, lol. >_<

Jorunn had kept to himself though none of his adopted personality traits — borne from the horror and trauma of what he had endured so young — were traits that he'd had previous. Obedient? Forget about it. Quiet? Surely not the same Jorunn?  Having been forced to grow up quicker than nature typically intended, surviving on his own, unprepared until Scimitar had found him. He owed Scimitar and Bazi his life ...and he was hesitant to get on Bazi's bad side since her casual (and secret) threat about giving him to the bear. There was a lot on Jorunn's mind — the bear he'd glimpsed when he joined Bazi on her rounds last and on working towards the warden apprenticeship. Playing had ceased to be something he had an interest in, in the wake of being swept away from his once family, as had his desire to get into trouble. Trouble tended to find him anyway but he was sure to avoid it as much as his five month old self could manage and purely for his own sake.

To run into Scimitar was as much of a surprise to Jorunn as it wasn't a surprise. It was silly to think that he'd never run into the man who had become an adopted father to him even if Jorunn did not outwardly express this view to him. They took care of him, just like his birth parents had ...and the more time spent away the less Jorunn remembered of them. Or more specifically his mother. His biological father had died shortly after he was born — that much the young Lodbrok remembered, at least. “Hey,” Jorunn greeted Scimitar as he slowed to a halt, always unsure of how to greet the older male: if he should use his name or...something else. Or neither. Usually, he opted for neither. Jorunn's eyes took in the monochrome (to him) colored male, shifting his weight once, feeling the spread of grass, dirt and rocks between his toes for a second before his attention refocused upon Scimitar.