Chimera Fields hey you, big star

sólhárr took in the stranger’s knowing gaze, the depth behind it like a flickering flame just beyond reach. he noted the way the man’s eyes seemed to drift, both seeing and not-seeing, like someone watching distant memories unfold. it reminded him of the old tales, of seers who straddled the line between past and present.

aye, he rumbled in reply, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. i know our tongue. there was a familiarity in the stranger's voice, a thread of kinship woven from lands far and harsh, and sólhárr could almost feel the pull of those northern roots binding them, thin as spider’s silk, yet unbreakable.

i am sólhárr, he said, inclining his head in a subtle gesture of respect, though his gaze remained sharp, studying the male  with quiet curiosity. he noted the careful weight of the other’s stare, the way he seemed to sift through layers of meaning in silence. i am hárkonungr of forneskja, he added, a soft but certain declaration, letting the title rest between them.

and you? he asked, eyes glinting with intrigue, his stance relaxed but unwavering. from where do you come, brother, that the land has cast you my way?