Silver Moraine v manik

A low laugh came from him, deep and amused at the interaction between the two of them. This was a reaction he expected from the female spun of fire, having known her long enough to know that the notion of carrying children because it was right and womanly fueled her ire in a way that few other things did. He had been on the end of her teeth many times throughout their lives, enjoying the act of needling her on purpose and occascion. Kigipigak, if he was to know them past this first meeting, would come to learn all of this.

This one and this one's family answer The Call. If hringja bid we stay here, this one will lay claim to the forest of ravens. For a moment, Stjornuati switched to Icelandic, if only to sort his thoughts so that he could translate them into the common tongue. Þegar tíminn er réttur munum við vaxa. Time must be correct. And they would not make their move before then. Whatever family they built here would be strong, in bond and body alike.