Lost Creek Hollow without you

She looks at him as he catches up to her but she does not stop walking. Wardruna keeps pace with her, determined that if he cannot become a road-block that he will at least weight her down. She would not lose him that easily. It’s not in his nature to give up ( nor evidently to respect her wishes ). He understands only his own culture, how it works, how things should be according to the northerners he hails from. Wardruna’s ears cup towards her as she asks him why, breaking her previously held silence. Finally! It is something and there is a small sweet of victory in the northerner’s chest though he is quick to extinguish it before it dares to become anything more prideful. There is truly no way of putting it to her in any delicate manner, Wardruna decides. Wardruna had been denied the rite of passage of having his own thrall due to his foolish challenge and resulting exile and he intends not to let her slip away. Surely, though, she will not willingly subjugate herself to that. Still, he has tried the most gentle way he knows how to convince her to go with him; it is no longer time for that. So, he will be honest. “Do you know what a þræll is? Well, I have chosen you to be mine.”