Are
For the first time since he arrived just the same day, but what felt like forever, Are laughed. A heartfelt chuckle at the boys enthusiasm and bickering, not unlike how he still had been with his own brothers. Brothers I won't see again. The thought killed his smile and the worry returned to the corner of his eyes. How will they manage spring hunt without me? Worlds apart, yet he still managed to worry.
"You speak like my father." he managed to blurt out while in deep thought, a moment later he realized what he had said. "In a good way. He is... was, a thoughtful man. Told me not to worry." Are added, trying to save making a fool of himself til after he had at least proven useful beyond mere entertainment. Not that it is not a noble profession. Reminding himself of the scholar and bard who had shown Are such kindness.
"So my eyes did not lie?" he asked Jax with what excitement he could muster. "A true warrior, like those of the northern coast, and with a weapon by Brokkr himself I say!" Are said to the boy and laughed. Memories of home, good ones, reignited again. He smiled and sighed, to be thrown between emotions took a toll on him. More so than the hunger, and the cold that had grown from snapping at his heels to having his spine in its jaws.
"Say, you know one of my trade called Rory? The scholar spoke highly of him and thought he could point me towards a fresh start." Are asked Roana, still smiling but with a thoughtful wrinkle again at the edge of his eye.
"You speak like my father." he managed to blurt out while in deep thought, a moment later he realized what he had said. "In a good way. He is... was, a thoughtful man. Told me not to worry." Are added, trying to save making a fool of himself til after he had at least proven useful beyond mere entertainment. Not that it is not a noble profession. Reminding himself of the scholar and bard who had shown Are such kindness.
"So my eyes did not lie?" he asked Jax with what excitement he could muster. "A true warrior, like those of the northern coast, and with a weapon by Brokkr himself I say!" Are said to the boy and laughed. Memories of home, good ones, reignited again. He smiled and sighed, to be thrown between emotions took a toll on him. More so than the hunger, and the cold that had grown from snapping at his heels to having his spine in its jaws.
"Say, you know one of my trade called Rory? The scholar spoke highly of him and thought he could point me towards a fresh start." Are asked Roana, still smiling but with a thoughtful wrinkle again at the edge of his eye.
