There was a huff, catching Týrr off guard with it's suddenness, abruptly giving way to the should have been obvious fact that he was not alone, and alerting the young Rekkr his presence within her vicinity was unwelcome, if the contempt that the huff carried was of any indication (it was). Earthen brows rose some as he let her sound register and settle between them, daring to peek in her direction after a few moments of staring into the water, his eyes having sprung open upon her initial noise. She was draped in dark colors that blended in well with the backdrop around her, though now that he had been made aware of her presence he had to wonder wearily and wryly how he had not noticed her before. Especially when he was going for Warden as his secondary trade. The answer of how he had failed to notice her was painfully obvious in it's blaring intensity — Týrr had not been playing as much attention to his surroundings as he should have been. Aloof wasn't something he would have ever considered himself if because it described a deep airiness that he did not have. He had been...distracted, was all. Even then, he should have afforded some more attention to what was going on around him.
He could have very well paid the price for it. Maybe that was still a possibility, Týrr considered as he watched her, eyeing him coolly, unwilling, it seemed, to close the distance between them. Týrr took her coldness to mean that she did not appreciate his intrusion. For a small moment, Týrr half had a mind to apologize for intruding but thought better of it within the next. After all, this territory was unclaimed land and therefore he had ever right to be there — just as much as she did and it wasn't exactly in his nature to grovel. Týrr did not beg. Not to her and not to anyone — not even to Ragnar. Hello,
The Nýeldur spoke to her, breaking the frigid silence between them. Whether or not she decided to indulge him in conversation was her own choice.
a crime so old as the sky and bone