time goes slowly when you're only waiting til the sun turns black

The weight of her gaze upon his skin as she studied him, seemingly unabashed, was not heavy so much as it was like fire, sending prickling twinges along his nerves, the sixth sense of obviousness that told him what he already consciously knew — he was being watched. Studied. Like he was some kind of odd specimen put on display in a museum. If Týrr had been a different type of creature, harbored a different personality he might have asked her just as brazenly if she liked what she saw since she was taking such liberties, but he wasn't and so the question never formed into words past the cognitive recces of his mind. That was something his father would have said, but Týrr was not Ragnar, and they were no more alike than an eagle and a raven. The Rekkr watched as her golden gaze went down to his right paw quickly, and instinctively, he barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes, remembering the stories of his namesake, even before she began to recite the basics of the God Týr.

Týrr had never understood why Ragnar had deemed it necessary to name him after a God, of all things, but it wasn't as if it was anything that Týrr could help. It wasn't like he could just change his name, even if he could he wasn't sure that he would. The name 'Týrr' had been his for as long as he could remember and it was a part of him, just as much as say, his heart was. I am not the God, Týrr responded despite that he felt redundant pointing out something that she could plainly see for herself. I only share his name and that was not of my own doing. He had often wondered how pompous Ragnar had to be to name a son after a God, how bold and arrogant, taking part of a God's name was not uncommon but using just a God's name? It was bound to have some sort of repercussion, or perhaps it wouldn't. It didn't seem that the Rekkr had done anything to upset his namesake yet. What is your name? Týrr turned her question back to her, assuming, boldly by her little statement of facts about the God Týr that she, too, was a Northerner.