the voices linger

I'm not sure but Nerian x Sköll might have known each other in passing...she would have, at least, definitely known Floki and Helga who were regulars in Ragnar's everyday life. :p

It was strange, bearing the still drying markings that his father had used to paint upon him every two weeks. It should not have been strange, Sköll realized, and yet despite what it should have or should not have been: it was. When he had began his journey with Hati he had been freshly painted but the marks had began to smudge and smear and run with the battlement of storms and weather and just daily wear and tear the two had endured as they made the trek to the Teekon Wilds in search of Ragnar; when Kenna’s youngest child (and only girl) had became separated from him he had nearly forgotten everything else in his panic — even eating until his stomach was so empty that it had began to hurt. Killing himself as he had desperately searched for Hati was stupid, Sköll knew and so he forced himself to focus on keeping his strength up and getting to the Wilds so much that anything trivial such as the painted markings had literally flown by the wayside.

As silly as it sounded, even in Sköll’s head, the drying paint reminded him of home. It made him feel a little more less timid, stronger, more confident; and it was silly how something so menial could almost change his demeanor exhibited by the wolves of the Isle entirely.

At the command to stop coming from somewhere behind him, Sköll, immediately, obeyed and peered over his shoulder at the grey dappled woman. He recognized her, in the same sense that he might recognize a family member he hadn’t seen since his birth. It was a vague sort of familiarity though he assumed she, too, had came from the Cove because she had commanded him in his native tongue. Brow furrowed as blazing orange eyes took her in, settling upon her as he tried, and failed, to recall where he had seen her before, going off the inkling that he had indeed seen her before. “Þekki ég þig?” Sköll asked her as he turned so they were formally facing one another, brow still furrowed as he attempted to puzzle it out.