Sleeping Dragon Ride of the Valkyries

There were few faces that Hvit knew, and even fewer that he trusted enough to be around. Thuringwethil was, of course, one of those few faces, and so he'd taken to watching her as she'd been speaking with his father. He hadn't been eavesdropping, per se, but he'd definitely made an attempt or two at catching what was being said; it'd been without any eventful results, but that hadn't deterred him in even the slightest. When the call had risen out over the land, however, his focus was pulled elsewhere. Little ears popped up atop his head, which he'd then turned in every which way to try and see if there was someone coming—but no one ever arrived. Rather, his old space heater had started to leave, and so the boy had followed.

Caught in the act, he'd frozen, but was then surprised when he'd not been sent back home. Advice was given, but not an order, and so he'd kept to following closely at her heels. He'd nearly stumbled into her several times, as well as had to avoid being kicked after wandering just a little too close, but never had he turned away or stopped. That is, until she stopped. This time, a command had been given, towards which a nod was responded with. He understood what he had to do, as well as what he might have to do. It was behind her form that he'd then stayed, but never was he fully hidden from the stranger's view. Interested to see what would happen, the little viking continuously peeked out from behind Thur, eyeing the brute whilst doing so, and would then cross over behind the woman to look out past her other side.

Goliath.

A moment had been taken in order to look up towards the woman, curious of what she'd said. It was a name that had never been heard by the child before. It was strange to him, but he'd said nothing of it. Silence was, for the time being, the only thing the boy had to offer to the encounter.