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Sorry for the wait y'all <3

The repeated mispronunciation of his name, purposeful?, failed to ruffle the feathers of the foreigner, who simply grinned toothily at the pair. The expression was crude, awkward, a baring of teeth more than a good natured smile, despite the fact that aggression could not be found in him just then. Stjor. Styor, He offered, pronouncing it a second time so that they would catch it and understand how to say it.

They were indeed from these wilds, following the call of their own hringja, even if they didn't know it. Or perhaps they were fatebreakers, veering from the path the Norns had laid out for them. This one, too, discovers self, He replied, nodding in understanding as he answered their question. This one and this one's brother travel to find the source of our hringja, our... He sought a word, the gears of his mind turning slowly as he settling on one. Calling? The path led far from home, into the mountains along this sea.

Syrma and Spica. The similarity to Sigmund and Signý was curious, a possible coincidence, while at the same time it could have been a sign. He did not dwell upon it. Not yet. What have Syrma and Spica learned of themselves? The man questioned, curious what there was to discover and learn about the stormclouds.