"arkyn," she breathed softly, more to herself than the cub, whilst her lashes gave a quick flutter. because it was only then that all of the pieces fell together so seamlessly, the image of valhalla looming somewhere against the backdrop of the sands, almost as if he were watching them from somewhere in the beyond. his son, right there, before the woman now. she gained her voice again, finally, struggling to put the joy and eagerness with her chest into words as she titled her head ever-so respectfully towards the young prince in her company. "it is an honor to meet you, arkyn brynmawr. my name is nymeria valour - and i was actually very close with your father, and know your mother's side of the family rather well." she hoped that the explanation would soothe the bold and protective demeanor that seethed from him now -- though, knowing the lineage from which he came, the druid would be lucky if her efforts proved to be fruitful at all. nonetheless, their is abundant love within her chest at the sight of him, her body screaming instinctively for her to swallow the space between them and rejoice in his miraculous, sweet existence. and yet, nymeria knew that she was but a stranger to the viking youth, no matter how much she adored him simply for living and breathing. and so instead, she would would simply wait, breath hitched within her throat as she kept her eyes trained purposefully, and warmly, upon his golden features. i'm sorry, valhalla, that it took me this long to find him.
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01-04-2022, 03:29 PM
as she turned, the woman made note to slowly lower herself towards the sands, ears tilted forward to catch @Arkyn's words as they tumbled quickly from his lips. he was strong, that much was clear -- as was the scrutiny swimming within the gaze, and the instinctive way in which he puffed and huffed at nymeria's presence. she withheld the urge to grin, finding the display rather endearing as her stomach scraped against the earth, but she was quickly and abruptly caught off guard by his introduction, and the name that fell into the air next. because oh, she knew it all too well.
"arkyn," she breathed softly, more to herself than the cub, whilst her lashes gave a quick flutter. because it was only then that all of the pieces fell together so seamlessly, the image of valhalla looming somewhere against the backdrop of the sands, almost as if he were watching them from somewhere in the beyond. his son, right there, before the woman now. she gained her voice again, finally, struggling to put the joy and eagerness with her chest into words as she titled her head ever-so respectfully towards the young prince in her company. "it is an honor to meet you, arkyn brynmawr. my name is nymeria valour - and i was actually very close with your father, and know your mother's side of the family rather well." she hoped that the explanation would soothe the bold and protective demeanor that seethed from him now -- though, knowing the lineage from which he came, the druid would be lucky if her efforts proved to be fruitful at all. nonetheless, their is abundant love within her chest at the sight of him, her body screaming instinctively for her to swallow the space between them and rejoice in his miraculous, sweet existence. and yet, nymeria knew that she was but a stranger to the viking youth, no matter how much she adored him simply for living and breathing. and so instead, she would would simply wait, breath hitched within her throat as she kept her eyes trained purposefully, and warmly, upon his golden features. i'm sorry, valhalla, that it took me this long to find him.
"arkyn," she breathed softly, more to herself than the cub, whilst her lashes gave a quick flutter. because it was only then that all of the pieces fell together so seamlessly, the image of valhalla looming somewhere against the backdrop of the sands, almost as if he were watching them from somewhere in the beyond. his son, right there, before the woman now. she gained her voice again, finally, struggling to put the joy and eagerness with her chest into words as she titled her head ever-so respectfully towards the young prince in her company. "it is an honor to meet you, arkyn brynmawr. my name is nymeria valour - and i was actually very close with your father, and know your mother's side of the family rather well." she hoped that the explanation would soothe the bold and protective demeanor that seethed from him now -- though, knowing the lineage from which he came, the druid would be lucky if her efforts proved to be fruitful at all. nonetheless, their is abundant love within her chest at the sight of him, her body screaming instinctively for her to swallow the space between them and rejoice in his miraculous, sweet existence. and yet, nymeria knew that she was but a stranger to the viking youth, no matter how much she adored him simply for living and breathing. and so instead, she would would simply wait, breath hitched within her throat as she kept her eyes trained purposefully, and warmly, upon his golden features. i'm sorry, valhalla, that it took me this long to find him.