Kintla Flatlands That's just how I feel

Ugh, it is so humid on this free-wifi bus that my trackpad is hard to use. #firstworldproblems

Viggo bowed to her dramatically, hope to instill her that he would be as casually loyal to her as his flighty nature allowed. Having a friend out here in the harsh, cruel world would certainly help his cause, and he imagined that she would benefit from their loose relationship as well. He was a big bad wolf who wasn't afraid to take on a fight or two, and together, they could more easily navigate the dangers of the wild.

“Sedona,” he answered when she asked where he hailed from. “My mother's whole family—the Ostregas—live there.” There were offshoots here and there, of course, but they were few and far between. It wasn't uncommon for the young males (and occasionally females) to set out on their own after a year or two of living in Sedona, though they weren't kicked out by any means. “It’s quite a bit warmer down there,” Viggo continued, “Less humid, too.”