{j} perfectly reckless

Isabelle, Silvermane's player and I worked something out regarding the warden thing so I believe she's skipping this thread. :-) Mercury, it's fine but Sköll's going to be a little weirded/put out, lol — and for future reference Sköll is only a year old so he's actually a youngin'! :-) Also hover for translations!

It did not take long for someone to begin to approach, crossing the sandbar the lands offered for easy traverse between the Isle and the mainland. Sköll observed the earthen colored male. Both were tall creatures but like his father, Sköll was smaller in the aspects of brawn, lacking the broadness that lined the approaching man’s masculine features, instead boasting a willowy and gangly shape, having earned his nickname justly: the tiny Viking. Height alone only got them so far. While Sköll could certainly hold his own in a battle (had trained too since he was old enough) he had been built for stamina and speed instead of brute force like most of the Northmen were. Eyes adverted, respectfully, as the man’s lips parted to speak and words came tumbling out. There was a quicken of Sköll’s heartbeat at the forced realization that he knew only two words Majesty had spoken: Hello and Friend, leaving out the bulk of the question. The only reason that Sköll was able to tell it was a question had been because of the tone. The tone had not sounded hostile or demanding but it held clear connotations of expecting something from him and Sköll was left in an internal state of panic wishing the twins wouldn’t have bailed on him. Left him alone to this Elsewhere whose common tongue he could not speak or understand.

“Hello,” Came Sköll’s timid mimicking of the greeting Majesty had began with, masculine voice thickly, heavily accented. Sköll hesitated, visibly then, lowering into submission before Majesty, wondering how he was going to possibly communicate that he couldn’t speak hardly any of the common tongue, nor really comprehend it but in small, albeit broken bits and pieces. “talar Þu forna Norse?" Sköll asked in a hopeful tone that was lined with trepidation suspecting that the answer was going to be ‘no’. Ear slicked back to his skull as he considered the extremely awkward position he found himself in and how big of an earful he was going to give the twins when ever he saw them again. For torturing him by making him worry relentlessly about their welfare and for making him stumble in a otherwise hopeless situation that Sköll could only hope didn’t end with his lifeblood staining the sands crimson.

Just when Sköll thought that things couldn’t possibly be worse a stranger approached, a loner, like him, joining them making a trio, oozing a confidence that made the Tiny Viking jealous. She began prattling in the common tongue, her words as foreign and as alien as they could get to his ears making him, abruptly, feel overshadowed. He bared his teeth and growled lowly at her figuring he would let her know his displeasure at her intrusion and acting as if he wasn’t even there trying to get in the pack, too. Since he couldn’t speak to her he trusted basics to assist him in the manner. He was not a violent creature (despite what his culture boasted of) but he did not like being stepped on like a doormat because he was still there and this awkward joining process was supposed to be his awkwardness. He inhaled deeply and let it out before he looked back to Majesty, hindering on if he should just turn around and leave or not. He stayed, if only to out of curiosity to see what would happen. With him and with this other loner.