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As he spoke Heimdall there was a brief and errant nagging in the back of his mind of a single wondering: why he hadn't used it as a moniker earlier? Why he had ever chosen to use Björn knowing and feeling no remorse that he had killed him for a woman whose intrigue was lost upon him the moment she was his and for their father. It was a bloody name but it had been something of a common name and Ragnar had had a deception to keep up with. Heimdall was too suspicious given that it was the name of a God. The scarred Scandinavian was pulled from his thoughts when she barked out her name short and simple for him to remember. Red. Ragnar waited for something to follow, for anything, but only silence engulfed them. Not complete silence given their location but verbal communication had ceased between them. It was a silence Ragnar did not rush to fill, finding comfort in it. He was not always the most talkative, and it was only when he glimpsed at her again after having followed suit to her cue of looking back to the ocean, watching the moonlight dance against the constant ebb and flow of the water, did he understand that his presence probably made her nervous. He had nothing to prove it aside from the fact that she did not seem very relaxed to him and even if she was intimidated by him he'd take no offense to it. "You are from The Sunspire, yes?" Ragnar had been there once before and had spoken with their Beta, Jace. He recognized the scent upon her well enough and wondered if it might open the door for a conversation.