sword of kings

*Ragnar* · July 29, 2014, 06:29 AM

It quickly became apparent to the scarred Scandinavian that the woman cloaked in a fair coat of red, as far as the moonlight allowed him to see of it, that she had not noticed him. It was an unusual occurrence for his platinum silver coat did not grant him the advantage of camouflage. At least not in the dark, and not in such a colorful backdrop. Still, he noticed that her gaze was not to him, instead fixated upon the vast view of the ocean stretched out before them and he couldn't help the soft tug of a coy smirk at the edges of his lips. He assumed that it was her first time seeing it, though for all Ragnar really knew she could have seen it as many times as he and simply fell in love with it over and over again so that it seemed like the first time. He could not imagine every living anywhere other than near the ocean and wondered how wolves did it. Then again, Odinn's Cove had been near an ocean and it had been an unlimited access to them, just as important as the sun and the moon to his culture and people.

As his chuff finally reached the woman's ears she let out a loud yelp of surprise which echoed through the quiet and stillness of the night that had previous surrounded them, scaring some sandpipers which scuttled quickly away from them. Ragnar's stance remained neutral even as her hackles raised at him, supposing that he deserved it for startling her. "It was not my intention to startle you," He told the lovely creature as he paused in his approach, near enough that she could hear his soft, heavily accented voice without him needing to raise it. She asked for his name and a moment of silence followed in the wake of her question as he pondered if he should give her his actual name or use his moniker. "I am Heimdall," The Northman gave her, not really liking to give out his name on command. Old habits, it seemed, were very hard to break. "Who might you be?" He inquired after a few moments, turning his own curiosity upon her.