@fircandfury
though it seemed as though she was looking for solitude, odin couldn’t resist but to take a seat across from her, a tankard of wine in both hands. passing one to her by sliding it over the table, he kept his attention on her, as if attempting to read her. he knew of her past, of what she had suffered and for that he could see the steel that lay behind her gaze, ❝ mind if i join you? ❞ the question was rhetorical, as he had already made himself comfortable.
attention then began to scan the surroundings of the great hall, remnants of a great feast the night before remaining, ❝ do you know where i am from? what people have said about it? ❞ the question left him easily as his misty gaze found her face once again, ❝ it’s much like the north... ❞ finally, he lifted his tankard to drink, ❝ i think you would like it there. ❞
