Gyrfalcon's Keep That's when you can't give up the fight

rusalka, a testament to the stereotypical manspecies, finds a soft swell of surprise at her words: particularly the ones that solveig appeared to hold a potential fondness for him. he might argue, brooding as he is, that it was simply because the intensity of their trip to this keep: and the fact that he'd not fought to give into his own desires.

an unfair assumption, but one that the cairn was stubbornly willing to cling to.

a choice is presented to him, and rusalka mulls it over.

guard the borders or guard her sacred temple.

the only temple he personally prayed to was the one of his own whims: largely revolving around the sea, but it was in it's own way very much apart of his life, apart of his creation, apart of his very dna.

would your gods spurn a protector of your temple that does not believe? or was a protector just that: a protector without strings. without religious expectations?

her answer, though the question was presented in an overly important manner, would matter in what he ultimately chose.