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As Solpallur and Stjornuati were never terribly far from one another, so too it seemed that this freckled stormcloud was not far from the companion he had scented upon her. Posture remained as neutral as her own did, lacking interest in making others swell his ego by way of submitting to him; To them, he was nobody, as they were to him. Ears pricked at her answer, taking a moment to process what it meant in the common tongue.

Before he could reply, however, the owner of the scent that lingered around the stormcloud appeared, revealing another that seemed to be a mirror image of her. Tvíburar. Intrigued, he looked between the two of them for a moment, the old tale of Sigmund and Signý, also twins, whispering through his memories. The conversation between the two of them was brief, a moment arriving where they both looked to him.

Stjörnuáti, He answered, not minding the attention that had settled upon him. This one travels far, many weeks north, where snow covers mountains year-long. You live here, in these wilds?