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@lagertha why are u not kissin on me

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                 "Please, continue. I am listening." 

He's just stuffing his face with food in the meantime.

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will be making more kalf icons and then i'll get to doing replies. let me know if you want a starter when i'm back x

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                 "Come. Share a drink with me." 

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- arya.

                                 ‘ of course i can use it. ’

       do i look like an idiot? pierced and slaughtered        between wolfish teeth — somewhere between        prideful and bruised, between stalwart and        scarred, arya supposes she should be nicer to        him ( a proper lady doesn’t, why do you always        have to be so hateful, evil child, stark bitch, you’re        a real killer, with your waterdancing and your needle )        for his being close enough to lagertha, but can’t quite        find that place of warmth within the nestled framing of        thorny hurt, the wintry, battered caging of her bones.

                                   ‘ why would i carry a sword if i couldn’t use it? ’

                 "It was only a question, Arya." 

Shieldmaidens are not an uncommon thing for Kalf, and he is not surprised by her ability to wield a blade. He had merely wondered, merely been unsure. There are a great many girls who may carry a sword from here to there for a short time, but they do not use th- em. For all Kalf knew, she had gotten a job with the blacksmith. 

                                            "Did Lagertha teach you?                                              Does she fight as well as the stories                                              say she does? Like a VALKYRIE?" 

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- heiressofdorne.

                  "Lagertha is a good woman," he promises with a small smile. "She will treat you well while you are here." 

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- stxrmblade.

               "I did not know I was not allowed to be here--                 Apologies. It will not happen again." 

Or he won't get caught, at the very least.

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- vigamadr.

              "Will you spar with me?                 I have seen you fight before--                I would like to test myself against you." 

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- estella.

and it is so, that his name is just as foreign to her as her own is to him. though unlike the man, estella doesn’t allow this fact to go by unnoticed.

❝ I come from england. ❞she replies, soon offering another statement.

❝ I have not heard such a name as yours before. ❞

              "And I have not heard one like yours before either." 

England. He wonders how she got here, wonders if she was taken from some village by one of the other men. Perhaps she even came of her own accord, though he is not sure how she would have navigated such waters. She does not seem a sailor. 

                                             "Were you taken from England?" 

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- valkyrieofkattegat.

              "Jarl Ingstad--" 

He straightens himself and takes a few steps back to give Lagertha ample room to see herself inside the hall. There's a smile upon his face, as though he expects good news. 

                                           "How went the talks with Jarl Ragnar?" 

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- herunfailingkindness.

            "So you are the Frankish princess that I have heard              so much about." 

He regards her for a few moments, wonders how much of  what he's been told is true or correct. There are so many stories going around about her. 

               "Are you really not allowed to leave Kattegat?" 

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- bloodiedwolf​.

              "That's a good blade." He does not reach out for it at all, unsure as to how she might react to such a gesture, but nods his head instead. "Can you use it?" 

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- beowulf.

               ❝Kalf —❞ he repeats, as though to try the name out upon ones own tongue. It is not a name that spurs any memories forth, but it is registered for use on a later date. Although no bards sung of him for his victories in the shieldwall that did not make him lesser. If all brave men were sung about, than there would be no room for the tales of heroes. ❝You are young and have a full life ahead of you. Do not be in such a rush to claim fame for yourself, young Kalf, unless you are prepared to die for it.❞ he smiles, and he admires the youth’s determination. ❝Why not sit with me for awhile, unless of course your duties call you elsewhere?❞

             "Who is not prepared to die?" But he nods, to show his understanding of what it is that Beowulf said. He is no rush to throw his life away, even if it would impress the gods in the process, but still. Kalf longs for glory, as all men do. It is a thirst that can only be quenched by battle, and they are in short supply of those lately. Ragnar Lothbrok seems to have taken all of the excitement West with him. 

Kalf sits himself down with a smile of his own, and leans forward already, so interested in Beowulf's words is he. A man like that knows glory well. "What of your life? What are you going to do now?" 

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- lagertha.

     Sanaii curiously watched the man, his eyes flickering with an emotion she had seen on a few occasions while observing the humans from the water’s edge. While most carried more of the emotion on their features, their reasons usually carried a heavier weight than a woman simply refusing to take a seat.

      ❝ I have legs to stand and I will do as such, ❞ she promptly replied, nodding her head gently as she shifted her weight into a more comfortable position. Human legs were still somewhat new to the ocean woman and every minute she had with them was one more minute of learning more about this new body of hers. ❝ But proceed. What would you like to speak about. ❞

           "I-- It is about Einar. And his uncle, your husband, Jarl Sigvard." 

He feels as if he betrays the latter of the men by even thinking about this, but... Sigvard is old and drunk and there is no glory in his future. No glory in the futures of anybody that follows him, either. That is the only reason that Kalf is here now, saying what he is. Sigvard can offer them nothing anymore, and Lagertha the world. 

                                                           "He wants to talk to you. Einar, I mean.                                                             I said that I would let you know." 

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- luchatterly.

           "I heard you singing.                     You are not so bad."