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Vigdìs Vidarsdóttir
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PostSubject: Forget what you look like Thu Jun 08, 2017 5:53 pm

LET THE WINTER BREAK
LET IT BURN UNTIL I SEE YOU AGAIN

Focus. It was the only thing keeping her mind of her actual goal. Even sleep didn't seem capable of that anymore. If she wanted to relax, she picked up her bow, her quiver and sought a place so quiet she could hear her own blood flowing through her veins. A place where it was just her, the view over the sharp, iron far end of the arrow and whatever prey she had within backsight. In this case, it was a beautiful orange, like the sunset, and blue with spots like the few stars showing at young dusk. The Kingfisher sat still, probably hunting itself, the only paradox being it didn't know it was being hunted. Vigdìs had a perfectly clear shot of this colourful bird. For a mere second, her mind drifted off. The sight of this bird took her back to a few years ago when she had shot that great snowy owl. It was the last time her shot hadn't been perfectly right. Her arrow hit her victim, but the shot couldn't succeed to kill it. Attempting to save its life, she brought it back home. She thought her father must have known a way. Which he did. But snapping its neck wasn't exactly the plan Vigdìs had in mind. 'Be a better shot next time,' was all he had to say to her. And he was right. She had been a lousy shot, that was all the problem had been. Some people grew older without realising they did. Vigdìs knew exactly what moment had turned her into an adult. From the second her father's hands had been laid around the hurt and exhausted animal, she knew she had to stop being a child. And her she was, an adult now, dedicating her life to searching for something she didn't even know she'd be able to find it. She felt like a foolish crusader sometimes, looking for an unknown faith that wasn't theirs.

A deep, silent breath rolled over the arrow, as she closed one eye, relaxed her shoulders and moved her weight to her feet. She was ready now. Vigdìs tilted her head. This Kingfisher would better make a tasty meal. Right before she shot the arrow, she heard the familiar noise of a twig snapping underneath one's feet. In the blink of an eye, the archer had turned around and with a swish had gotten another arrow out of her ammunition. In a late afternoon, she was pointing her weapon at a stranger's face in the middle of nowhere. And somewhere behind them, the bird flew away.

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PostSubject: Re: Forget what you look like Sat Jun 10, 2017 7:49 pm



when hell seems one step closer than heaven

Some days he just wanted to disappear. These days were rare, but he couldn’t help himself. The last couple of days had been intense in so many ways he felt like his head was ready to explode. Being the son of the earl could be a hard task for a boy his age. Mostly because he didn’t grow up to be one. He grew up to be a stable boy, at least that was what he always wanted to be. Or a viking warrior, perhaps, if one day he had developed the urge to fight, kill and plunder. But despite the blood that raced through his veins, it seemed like he didn’t really inherit his parents’ thirst for power and blood. He didn’t even know if he was capable of killing a man. Right now, if he thought about it, it made him sick in his stomach.

So he had decided to just take a break from life. In a village surrounded by vast nature, it was quite easy. He had left a message for his parents, that they did not have to worry. He even took his sword with him. Then he had passed by the stables to pick up one of the horses and he had taken off to the woods. He had spend his whole day just doing nothing but riding around and enjoying nature. He had visited the herd, watched the wild horses run free. Afterwards he had set course to the hot springs, where he planned on taking a short swim.

When he was close enough, he had tied the horse to a tree near a river with drinkable water. He had even taken off the saddle, so he would be comfortable. He then proceeded to walk through the bushes towards the hot springs. And then he was faced with a threat. Out of nowhere a girl a bit older than him had emerged from the shadows and was now pointing an arrow at him. Freyr felt his heart drop a bit and he just stood there, watching the girl and the arrow that was pointed towards him. It took him a minute to get himself together. ”Don’t shoot me, I do not intend to harm you”, He said as calmly as possible, although he was visibly nervous.

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PostSubject: Re: Forget what you look like Mon Jun 12, 2017 4:46 pm

LET THE WINTER BREAK
LET IT BURN UNTIL I SEE YOU AGAIN

Vigdìs could see she had startled the stranger. Good. She took the moment he needed to realise what was going on to observe whoever just distrubed her in her hunting. The boy had innocent, brown eyes and wavy black hair that looked like he had only just stepped off his horse's back. Vigdìs pinched her eyes half shut as she watched him open his mouth. He should be careful picking his next words. Even though he seemed young, Vigdìs wasn't in that good of a mood today. 'Don’t shoot me, I do not intend to harm you,' the boy attempted to speak calmly. The Princess of Uddevalla had to hide a grin behind the arm she had stretched out to him. She could see that, that he didn't mean to harm her. Or probably anything. He seemed too soft, she had thought to see in the short moment she had been reading his eyes. With another glance at him, she lowered her weapon. 'But you did just ruin my supper,' she started off, 'How will we solve that, hmm?' Her tone revealed she was clearly irritated. Not only did he scare away her pray, he had also made her waste an arrow. At home that wouldn't have been a problem. But here, where everything she owned was either on her body or on her horse, her arrows were way more precious. When she was little she used to come to Skaggerak and the other villages, and the Royals where she would stay would provide her everything she needed. This was different. For this mission, it would be threatening for the rulers of the village in question to know Vigdìs was snooping around in their territory, looking for those who had had the guts to have raided Uddevalla's Mansion. For political reasons, it was safer for her to travel off the radar, without any formal visits to the King -or Earl, in this case. 'What does a pretty face like yours do in a wild place like this?' she then asked, considering to keep asking him question until he would reveal some useful information. Deep down she knew it was a long shot -too long. But that knowledge was kept hidden far, far below a thick layer of perseverance. She knew neither her nor her father would be able to rest again before she would catch the brutal intruders that had taken her brother and her mother from them. She slowly put the arrow back into the quiver, locking eyes with him in case he would consider doing something stupid. She didn't notice that action made her sleeve roll up, revealing the golden Huskarl bracelet she had tucked underneath it.

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PostSubject: Re: Forget what you look like Mon Jun 12, 2017 8:33 pm



when hell seems one step closer than heaven

A stranger in the forests of Skagerrak. It was pretty clear she had no idea who she was pointing that arrow at. Most residents of the village would know better. They would not dare to threaten or harm the son of the earl, since it was common knowledge they would not get away with doing something like that. But he did not rely on his origin to protect him from the stranger. He did not want to fight her either. He sure had his sword within reach, but he would not be fast enough to dodge an arrow. He was not a violent person either. He’d rather solve this with words. So he tried to convince her to not shoot him. 'But you did just ruin my supper,' She said, after she had lowered her bow. 'How will we solve that, hmm?' She then asked. Luckily, he had the perfect solution.

”I found a rabbit in one of my traps earlier today”, He replied with a little smile around his lips. ”If you want, you can have it”, He then said. Setting traps was only to catch extra food. There sure were villagers who could use some meat, but if it could save his life now, why wouldn’t he offer it to her? 'What does a pretty face like yours do in a wild place like this?' The girl then asked. In the meantime she slowly put the arrow back in her quiver, and he saw something shine in the sunlight when her sleeve was pulled up. ”I was on my way to the hot springs to take a swim”, He said, taking his eyes of the bracelet. It sure looked expensive, but he had never seen a Huskarl’s bracelet before, so he therefore didn’t recognise it. ”Are you on your way to the village of Skagerrak?” He then asked, since it was one of the only settlements that took in travellers in this vast area of wilderness.

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PostSubject: Re: Forget what you look like Sun Sep 24, 2017 3:46 pm

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After her question, she kept contemplating wether or not lowering her weapon had been a good idea. She looked at him in scrutiny, deciding it would be too soon to let her guard down. Actually, it would never be the right time to let her guard down, Vigdìs had to remind herself. She had to survive, but she couldn't trust anyone. That combination got to her at times, ready to tear her apart. Like right now, when the young man she had encountered seemingly had the perfect solition for her food-to-be that he had accidentaly saved from being speered to death by her arrow. 'I found a rabbit in one of my traps earlier today. If you want, you can have it,' he offered. It sure wasn't out of generosity but merely to save himself. Vigdìs knew she had to refuse his offer, even though she hadn't eaten for hours and was starving. She ignored her body, that was on the verge of speaking for her and let her brain do the work. She had to think it through. 'No thank you, I'm not supposed to take food from strangers,' she thus replied with a dark grin.

Since she wasn't welcome at home anymore until she had found what her father was looking for, she decided to rely on the resources handed to her. And right now, that was him. A little small talk wouldn't hurt, she reckoned. Not when she might just get a little information out of it. 'I was on my way to the hot springs to take a swim.' Vigdìs didn't really care for this sort of information so the words weren't the thing she was paying attention to. She followed his gaze. The bracelet. She quickly tucked it back under her clothing. Clearly, it had raised his suspicion -or he was so soft that he was actually interested, whatever it was, he decided it was his turn to begin the questionnaire. 'Are you on your way to the village of Skagerrak?' She looked at him, wondering what his deal was. She wasn't the best at reading people, maybe that was why she hadn't really wondered about his rank before. But now, seeing his expensive garment, a frown came about between her eyebrows. He still seemed too benevolent to be of a warrior rank, but he had to be high up for sure. Blacksmith family perhaps? 'Actually, I was looking for...' It only then hit her. He had to be a Royal. The way he was 'going to go for a swim', that couldn't happen if he had to work hard for the priviliges Vigdìs noticed he had. She froze. '...Someone.' She hadn't recognised him, but had he recognised her? One thing she was sure about, there was no way she could let him know who she was. Her head started spinning with possible fake identities, motives and names. She could only hope that he wouldn't find out that the Princess of another village was sneaking around in their territories.

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PostSubject: Re: Forget what you look like Sat Sep 30, 2017 4:19 pm



when hell seems one step closer than heaven

Having an arrow pointed at you was never a fun experience. But he was sure he could save himself without using violence. It was not really the viking way though. Then again it was smart to pick your fights. He knew he couldn’t win this so he had to seek another solution. So he offered her the rabbit he had caught in one of his traps earlier. As the son of the earl he would never go to bed hungry. Hunting was more of a leisure activity for him, rather than he needed it for survival. He enjoyed all the hunting trips with his father, but they almost never kept the prey to themselves. They sold it to the villagers, or even offered it for free when they knew a family that was struggling. His father was a firm leader, but above all fair. And that’s what he aspired to become too. It didn’t seem like she would accept his offer though. 'No thank you, I'm not supposed to take food from strangers,' She said, as he had expected. ”Fair enough, I understand you don’t trust me”, He replied with a little shrug. There was lots of prey in this forest, she would probably catch something later that day anyways.

Or she was on her way to the village, where she would be able to buy some meat if she wanted to. It could be considered expensive, but considering her bracelet he didn’t think she was poor. If she sold it, she could even afford a roof above her head. Then again, maybe it had some emotional value to her. He wouldn’t sell any of his jewellery either if he had the choice. Freyr informed about her intentions. 'Actually, I was looking for...' She replied, but then suddenly stopped. '...Someone.' She then continued after a brief pause. The boy looked at her confused. ”What is his or her name then? I know a lot of people in Skagerrak and the surrounding settlements”, He replied. ”Maybe I can be of help”, He then said. Another way to pay her back for her lost dinner, but he doubted if she would accept this one if she had been sceptical about his rabbit earlier.

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