Duskfire Glacier and down goes the hatchet on the chopping block 'cus i love you like a mountain

norðrljós, gleipnir.

the ruddy valkyrie speaks to him and he cannot keep the small smile from lifting further. i like. he says after the content rumble settles and calms in his chest. i like when you speak my words ...but the sentence remains too complex for him to piece together with the little common he does know. gleipnir is confident that she will understand what he means all the same.

at her inquiry, his head lowers, glacial gaze cutting to her once more. it takes him a moment, mostly trying to gather his words. not gods. not his gods anyway. peryite? gleipnir asks her gesturing subtly to the lights with his muzzle.