Blacktail Deer Plateau Will of the dragon

Frostrar was used to the stares that the scars his face garnered, for not one but both sides of his face were marred with angry and puckered pink scars. They had long since healed but to those who did not know him nor see him on a regular basis tended to stare nevertheless. They were a point of curiosity to most, blasphemy to the Seer who had carved them nevertheless, and to him they simply were. It was a rite of passage though unlike his fellow Northmen he had not chosen them to represent a god. They held no story aside from it was his step into manhood in his culture. Yet this Frostrar did n”[/bot expect strangers to understand, especially if he had not spoken of it to them, and to be fair the likelihood of that was extremely slim given his inherent distrust of strangers. The female's posture was relaxed, though Frostrar chose not to mimic her picture of ease. He was unaware of her intentions, and while he wasn't posed like he might attack or run away there was still an undeniable stiffness to the set of his shoulders, a pronunciation that spoke what he did not “i'm still unsure of you”.

Even after she offered her name. Asterr. It was not a name he'd heard before, nor did he recognize her sire name. Perhaps she came from a family in these Wilds, or perhaps, like him, she came from somewhere else. Frostrar supposed, in the long run, it didn't really matter. Her silver gaze told him she expected his name in return and after a moment longer of silence Frostrar's lips parted to speak, “Frostrar Loðrok.” A sire name that was probably recognized (even if just a little) in these Wilds, as Nerian had told it. Somewhere his father lived here with his shield maiden wife — Gyda's mother. Yet, Frostrar did not desire the urge to try to find them. He didn't resent Ragnar but seeing as how the man had not been a father figure in Frostrar's life he felt no obligation as his son. Not to see him, nor, really, to meet him.

“Yes,” Frostrar admitted and hesitated for a few moments before he added, “I come from the far North.” Where the winters were harsh and unforgiving. In comparison the winter he experienced in his very short time in the Teekon Wilds seemed mild in comparison.