Huginn, Muninn | See and Hear. | Whisper all | In Odin's ear.
Oliver’s first response has Rance’s brows arched in surprise. Another Outlander, then? He seemed to be running into a lot of them. Then again, maybe it was just natural for people who were out of place to recognize something in each other. What was the saying ‘like-minded people often find each other’? He nodded at hearing a healthy fear of the gods’ attention. “Speakin’ to the gods at all still seems pretty strange to me, but I’ve been told it’s not all that weird around here.”
And Oliver had obviously arrived some time ago, like Jigano and Sunjata. Funny how he was gradually meeting everyone he’d hunted with.... The sentiment was one Rance had encountered before is people who had left their homes for ‘greater things’ but the degree of separation between home and the ‘things’ was certainly larger in this case. Not to mention, Oliver seemed a little better equipped to deal with what the new world could and would throw at him. “You’re a step ahead of me, then. I might have to make a life in Caido now, but actually ‘living’ here is still very much a fuckin’ work in progress.” A rueful chuckle comes with the last statement.
The puddles hadn’t been far and Rance halts a couple feet away, still not so sure about what he’d come to do. “You know, where I’m from, magic in a pool of water usually means it’s been cursed, blessed, and it isn’t for you.” His tone had a sardonic twist to cover any nervousness he might feel.
And Oliver had obviously arrived some time ago, like Jigano and Sunjata. Funny how he was gradually meeting everyone he’d hunted with.... The sentiment was one Rance had encountered before is people who had left their homes for ‘greater things’ but the degree of separation between home and the ‘things’ was certainly larger in this case. Not to mention, Oliver seemed a little better equipped to deal with what the new world could and would throw at him. “You’re a step ahead of me, then. I might have to make a life in Caido now, but actually ‘living’ here is still very much a fuckin’ work in progress.” A rueful chuckle comes with the last statement.
The puddles hadn’t been far and Rance halts a couple feet away, still not so sure about what he’d come to do. “You know, where I’m from, magic in a pool of water usually means it’s been cursed, blessed, and it isn’t for you.” His tone had a sardonic twist to cover any nervousness he might feel.
