Firestone Hot Springs 'cause i'm through, when the two

let me know if you want to wrap this up soon, since it's getting a little old !! <3

rökkur considered what she said, now, and found himself to disagree. lowering the standards only made one more susceptible to situations that they would find themselves mistreated within, and the shadow believed that higher expectations were suitable within forneskja. but he kept quiet nonetheless, giving a mere, vague nod.

and he watched as a thoughtful expression grew upon her face. she seemed to want to earn her place, from the way she worded it. what she chose to build, alliances, respect, legacy, influence. an ambitious woman is what she seemed to be beneath the smirk. she asked him, then, if he agreed, and he rolled his shoulders back, stretching.

no one wants to be forgotten, he replied, then. legacy is important to most ; but what do you want to be remembered for? scarlet eyes gazed at her, then. curious to her answer, should she wish to oblige. if she had not made that choice, he would push no further, instead wishing to enjoy the warmth of the pools. steam curling.

the man hummed, then, muscled figure rippling beneath his lilting coat, shifting with the waters. scars littered his body, ranging in size. each a different story, a different battle. i do not know if i have found my place yet, he answered, honest. i am a man of faith, but a man borne of blood, of battle. rökkur could give guidance or fatality ; what would sólhárr ask of him? he had yet to know. his pledge still recent.

should i be seer, or mercenary? i do not know.