Are
Yes, of course, Flowerbirth... Einmánuður, spring, there was so many names for the same thing he could barely keep track of them all, yet only one of them spoke of something resembling what he knew. New life to what was once dead, and was it not the same he saw in the dead world he had arrived to? Outlanders spread like seeds for the wind over the increasingly fertile lands of Caido as the sun again shone it's gaze upon it and gave new life.
He nodded absentmindedly at her question and her answers. Overwhelming indeed, but they had both still found softer soils to take root and climb towards the warmth, by the grace of others or by one's own hands was irrelevant when faced with the fact that they where both alive. To Are there was solace to be found in that simple fact. Alive, a second chance where he shouldn't even had been given a first one. Death seemed fickle like that, even more so after he had actually spoken to Death and found them a far cry from the cold hate of Hel he so knew.
Coming back to it by her finishing statement Are perked up as a voice from home spoke through his throat. "To make the best of what one has, that is life." he said and looked down at himself, at the man he had become in just a few short months. "We all have gifts from the gods and ancestors, but what we do with them is our choice. Waking up here, we where given a second chance to do with our gifts as we please, for here we are nothing. King and beggar alike, all just outlanders." Are said, voice gaining strength and after a moment he shone a smile. "If there's any place cobblers become warriors and cripples become generals, this is it." he laughed at his own joke as the absurdity of his own short life struck him.
He nodded absentmindedly at her question and her answers. Overwhelming indeed, but they had both still found softer soils to take root and climb towards the warmth, by the grace of others or by one's own hands was irrelevant when faced with the fact that they where both alive. To Are there was solace to be found in that simple fact. Alive, a second chance where he shouldn't even had been given a first one. Death seemed fickle like that, even more so after he had actually spoken to Death and found them a far cry from the cold hate of Hel he so knew.
Coming back to it by her finishing statement Are perked up as a voice from home spoke through his throat. "To make the best of what one has, that is life." he said and looked down at himself, at the man he had become in just a few short months. "We all have gifts from the gods and ancestors, but what we do with them is our choice. Waking up here, we where given a second chance to do with our gifts as we please, for here we are nothing. King and beggar alike, all just outlanders." Are said, voice gaining strength and after a moment he shone a smile. "If there's any place cobblers become warriors and cripples become generals, this is it." he laughed at his own joke as the absurdity of his own short life struck him.
