#arnorrdottir

Brigid was often outside, taking whatever work she had with her so she could enjoy the sunshine, even if the sun here wasn’t as warm as the sun back home. Movement didn’t usually distract her, but the glint of something shiny caught her attention for a second, and she looked up from her fine stitching. Her jaw just dropped. “Wait right there!” She called out, excitement bubbling up through her. With a quick wave of her hand, her sewing created a bundle and she turned into a lynx, racing off with it. 

Twenty minutes later, she was marching back up to her, a smile still playing on her lips, in her armour, carrying her own spear. “Can I practice with you?” She wasn’t really going to take no for an answer, but it was polite to ask. 

Keeping fit was something he was used to. He’d spent so long running from the temper of his father than he’d always been on the skinny side, but as he grew older, he’d put muscle onto that slim frame. Running had always remained his favourite form of exercise, even after joining the army. The castle grounds made a fascinating place to stretch his long legs, taking in the scenery and the people that scattered across the grounds. 

The sight of a woman who was clearly a Viking - he had enough experience to know them by sight - nearly made him trip over his own legs, but he was too graceful to actually do more than miss one step before gaining his stride again. He slowed his pace to a jog, watching her train. It made him nervous, allowing them into the castle. Although they had just as much right to learn of magic, he could only think of how that magic could be used to hurt even more people. 

Just as his path took him closer to her, she turned and their eyes met. There was no warmth in his smile, only abiding by manners out of habit. “Miss.” 

It wasn’t that class wasn’t interesting. It was just that the people were so much more interesting. Especially the blonde. A Viking, someone had told her. Such a thing didn’t bother her. Hei knew that piracy was not considered an honourable profession by anyone except pirates, but it was a job she loved. It was who she was. Since the blonde hadn’t seemed to notice Hei staring at her, the pirate waited until they were told to partner up with someone. She moved quickly, quicker than anyone else would have expected, and was sitting on top of the Viking’s desk before the teacher had even finished giving them instructions. “Want to be my partner?” She only expected one answer. Everyone loved her, they always said yes to her in the end. “I’m Hei.” 

Bri.

Merry Christmas, even though I am rather sure neither of us celebrate. Here is a necklace that is common in my village.

Siggy.