@vaettiirΒ π‘π’π ππ‘π β₯ Β Β Β Β ββββ Β && Β skaΓ°i responded.
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ππππππ πππππππππ & ππππππππππππ πππππ πππππ, the jΓΆtunn knowing full well that despite efforts, the wilder of ΓΓ³rrβs spawn has won the affliction of her sympathies, capricious as they may be.Β Β πΏπ΄ππ·π°πΏπ, as she once considered, it was due to Jarnsaxaβs blood coursing thickly through his veins, rampant with WILDERNESS, but has since found that the fondness is likelier for the youth himself. There is taint to him, Γsir forbidding (she never liked the word, feistily fought its use against her kin, yet wears it like a battle scar down, a note of their disdain and discomfort), like the air just before an avalanche, and SkaΓ°i has a hard time turning him down.
In her mind, she has already reached for the spear for practice, already caved to request although she tempers herself like the blade in the forge. He is not as young as he once were, not as easily distracted, so she does her best to drown PRESUMPTIONS like birds of sorrow.Β
Β Β βSpeak, Magni, lest I forget how to reply in turn.βΒ Β Teasing, really, and out of turn as well for his status, but πΈπ½π³πΈπ²π°ππΈπ
π΄ of how little the Γsir address her just as well.Β βLest you come to speak with more than lips.β Already itching for a fight, even one for practiceβs sake,Β never one for stillness.Β Β βPerhaps you finally choose to fight with the frost that runs through you, mhm?β