Jade Fern Grove ᛁᛋᛉᛁᛚᛋ

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ᚦ — it has been days traveling with @Anoré. he would tell you it has been pleasant, if you ask him. and he has been the perfect gentleman. hunting for her along the way, though half the time only to find she has already rustled prey for herself.
only, in his eyes, enlightening him further upon her. making him see the wisdom in his decision to pursue her after first running her off with his belligerence. now they settle for the night, making camp. it is only another day and they will arrive within the circle.
now fiercely guarded by many who had sworn vow to fight and live alongside the jarl. @Asvardr, @Siggvard, @Vémundr. he chuckles to think the boys would have come back so soon, to test their luck. oh, how he would delight to arrive within the steinvardr to see their mangled bodies draped across the steinhaugr.
he grunts, dropping the carcass of a beaver before her. moving some feet away, ignoring the sweetening of her smell that only grows more sultry by the days. he would have her when she said so—and norseman must be content with that. dropping to his haunches in a huff and looking to the sky as it begins dappling with stars, that remind him of her eyes.
segðu mér af hverju þú yfirgefur sunnlendinginn. hvers vegna þú skilur eftir börn. one could provoke, to say he worried the same for him, for any children they might bring into their hearth. but he did not. he only wished to know what has been done, and what breed of wounds he must mend upon her heart.