Northstar Vale the girl with the broken smile

He had absolutely no idea how to build a garden, but as he watched her it became quite obvious the task was not relatively hard. So, after a moment of watching her small paws twist and turn dirt he dug his much larger ones in and set to work beside her. Maybe he would be able to get most of it done for her and lift the weight of the task from her shoulders.  He felt like he was doing a good job. After all, look at the flick of that wrist! 
 
 She offered a question about himself, and though he was still earning to decipher her accent, he managed and offered the answer, "I was raised to be a warrior. Strength was preferred over most things in Valhalla, but I never perfected my craft before an inevitable dissolve of our home," It was a bittersweet pardon, honestly. 

 Collision had no regrets about where he came from. He had been emboldened with the strongest sense of puprose, loyalty, and drive to do what was right. 
 
 "What about you? Where did you come from before the Empire recruited such a skillset as your own?" certainly she had been taught these things she seemed to adept to from somewhere or someone.