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Post by Kelathi on Jan 24, 2021 2:17:14 GMT
“That had been the plan.” Brynja agreed calmly. “But I can’t run forever. My wound…” Her hand immediately went to her side, ghosting over the area subconsciously. “…it’s healing. By the time we get back I’ll be ready to fight.” She didn’t explain whom she intended to be fighting, nor where ‘back’ was referring to. “As for horses, I intend to get one. Maybe you can run alongside?” Her comment was tinged with humour, already back to pushing his buttons, as he normally did with her.
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Jan 24, 2021 17:45:39 GMT
Soren’s immediate response to her initial remark had been a look of ‘why not’ - can’t run forever? He’d been on the run his entire life, quite literally from before he was born.
He paused at her reference to “back,” however, eyes narrowing at her suspiciously. But it was suspicion of what she was planning rather than of her, a subtle shift in how he watched her.
At the idea that he’d be running alongside a horse, he scoffed, arms folding across his chest rather than his fingers still worrying the bandaged cut. “You’d be lucky if the horse obeys. If it tries to kick me, I will eat it,” he argued back, feeling that their current mode of travel was good enough, and not exactly looking forward to what the woman was trying to get ‘back’ to.
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Post by Kelathi on Jan 29, 2021 0:40:22 GMT
Brynja looked alarmed at his comment about eating the horse, her gaze flitting to his quickly. “If you eat my steed I will not be happy.” It wasn’t quite a threat, her response to Soren perhaps a little softer than usual. Before turning her attention back to the task at hand, however, she had one more comment to make on the matter. “I’d be surprised if you have room for more, after devouring that cow.”
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Feb 2, 2021 5:47:44 GMT
Soren paused at Brynja’s remark, rather than responding to her alarm or concern. Cow? What cow?
Another gap in his memory… hunting down some decent food for them, he remembered, and since he went hunting he knew he had to have changed… but that was all he recalled from that.
Instead, he shook off the obvious confusion and stood, shaking what snow had stuck to his cloak. “Then make sure it doesn’t kick me.”
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Unsurprisingly, Soren’s mood soured as they eventually found and headed into a town, not much larger than a village but with a solid perimeter. And unsurprisingly, his green eyes cast evil glares at the decorations on the men as they passed the gates, turning before his gaze could be questioned. Wolf skins decorated a few warriors, proud signs of successful hunts.
What had been surprising was that, as much as he obviously didn’t want to go in, remarked about how it was a waste of time hiding from humans if they were going to just head straight into their lair… he hadn’t once tried to stop Brynja from doing so. And from his continued presence, he was obviously not giving up on his debt to her.
Not that he had any other reason to want to stay with her.
Despite his misgivings about being in town, even Soren’s stiff shoulders relaxed a little as they headed into a tavern, the warm air a welcome relief from the cold weeks of travel. Of course he began heading towards a table in the back, not feeling pinned in so much as simply wanting an alcove to observe from. Rather familiar, considering the first time he had met Brynja in Kattegat. A creature of habit. Which of course brought up the obvious question of how much would they be spending on food, given his appetite?
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