Herbalists' Cache all places the same

Solveig enjoyed a challenge, but what she appreciated as well was flirting with a fine line between seduction and sparring. She had an unfair advantage, perhaps, though he seemed to do quite well- with all the opportunities and invites she strung along for him to seize, he did not. All she needed was for him to lower his head, or allow for her to get a limb over his tall shoulders.

Smiles were shared between the both of them, and she felt the pleasing press of strength whenever he managed to outmaneuver her. Gentle nips were little more than a joust- proof that a more painful hit could have been placed, had they been in a real fight.

But this was much more a dance- a dance for warriors, who leapt and dove, swerved and braced for impact. And when he lunged low, she seized the chance and snagged the sprig of mint from behind his ear, dancing a few feet away with the prize dangling from her teeth. 

She tucked it into the fur just behind one shoulder blade and turned to regard him with a saucy smile. ”I don’t know what you mean by that,” She said, with feigned innocence. His demand came with a tone she did not enjoy, and she lifted her chin slightly.

”This woman is a shield maiden of Hljodrfell,” She informed him. She eased the tension by giving him a light smile. ”And is considering you as a potential addition to our pack; we look for those who are honourable, valiant in nature, even in loss- not sore losers,” she said, with a raised brow and a toothy grin.