Silverlight Terrace Rain or Shine (I)

Floki's heart fluttered when Wildfire called him by the nickname she had bestowed on him recently. It was only a simple three-letter word, but it still thrilled him when she uttered it. Challenging the warmth that he felt was the coldness of the fear instilled by the bear, and he took a deep, steadying breath, assuring himself that both ursine conflicts were in the past and that there wasn't an immediate threat.

But she was quick to move on, instead talking about her own indecisiveness about her trades. He nodded; he had the distinct feeling that he wasn't cut out to be a warrior, either. This was, perhaps, a disgrace to his family name, as Ragnar had been a viking of sorts -- but Floki just didn't feel that instinct within himself. Jorunn -- or Tevinter, as he now preferred to be called -- seemed to emanated their father in that way, but it was something that Floki was lacking for one reason or another.

Wildfire brought her musings full circle, mentioning the bears once more, and Floki winced noticeably. "Yeah...I didn't realize until I saw the bear on Moonspear how much I hate them," he said, though his dislike translated more into fear than anything else. Wishing to change the subject again, he said, "Maybe we can train to be gamekeepers together." They had already promised to go outriding alongside one another, and for a brief moment Floki worried that Wildfire would turn his offer down, thinking that she would tire of his company.