Eva 'Skuld' Stark
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jan 10, 2019
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Being called back by Ysgrámör reminded her so much of her old mentor, Urdun. So much so, that she smiled... but the smile faltered slightly in remembrance. She burned his body with eleven others at the attack on Stark Hall; so few in number in comparison to those that fell under her ax, but still too many. For a moment, the Jarl allowed herself one moment of grief as she pulled over the quenching tank towards the old Warlord, icy eyes glittering in contemplation.
The environment was similar. The smells, the arrangements... it was as if all smiths were trained by the same code. Orderly within the forge, but she was absolutely certain the man's living quarters were a different manner entirely, down to the arrangement of tools within the drawers.
It was so like home, once again she was temporarily taken aback. Wordlessly, she stepped back, arms crossed as she watched in contemplation. Like two children, it seemed, watching a clansman at work. Though Urdun never worked a forge a day in his life, it was his guidance that drew her to ships. His patient hands with a model scale, down to the precise fuel balance and the smallest painted details.
Gjun.
A name she was unfamiliar with... but perhaps it meant something here. A clansman, perhaps? Or an old friend to them both... but Wardruna's tone implied something else. Something that their meet-up was privy to; the slight smile melted into a neutral expression as she waited, gaze pensive.
@Korvo
The environment was similar. The smells, the arrangements... it was as if all smiths were trained by the same code. Orderly within the forge, but she was absolutely certain the man's living quarters were a different manner entirely, down to the arrangement of tools within the drawers.
It was so like home, once again she was temporarily taken aback. Wordlessly, she stepped back, arms crossed as she watched in contemplation. Like two children, it seemed, watching a clansman at work. Though Urdun never worked a forge a day in his life, it was his guidance that drew her to ships. His patient hands with a model scale, down to the precise fuel balance and the smallest painted details.
Gjun.
A name she was unfamiliar with... but perhaps it meant something here. A clansman, perhaps? Or an old friend to them both... but Wardruna's tone implied something else. Something that their meet-up was privy to; the slight smile melted into a neutral expression as she waited, gaze pensive.
@Korvo