Sleeping Dragon Ride of the Valkyries

Hvit had hung back just as he'd been told to do, gaze drifting continuously between the adults. He listened and he considered, but kept his mouth shut. The male didn't speak right—his sentences were fragmented and, to the boy, unclear at times. Brows pinched together, several questions lingering on his tongue, each of which would go on forever without being voiced. Who was the male, and what was he talking about? Was he supposed to know the stranger? Surely not, he would have remembered meeting a giant. Curiosity grew, drawing the boy closer. He'd taken a single step before having been stopped by the sound of Thur speaking, recalling what she'd said. He was supposed to stay behind her, she'd made that clear, but he couldn't help but be interested by the newcomer. Skeptical of all strangers, he was, but the fact that he was standing but a few paces away from a real life giant made that hard to remember. Perhaps the man was large enough to create thunder...

With a glance towards the woman, he'd taken a quick step forward. Several others followed until he'd brought himself to her side and, at that point, he'd looked back over to Goliath. Hvitserk refused to go past his current guardian, but he also didn't immediately retreat back to the space behind her. He'd, instead, stayed right there and stared ahead.