#heidruninteracts

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closed starter, ancient lands heidrun & the visser wolves @waterfallswords

The storm passed, allowing the three White River wolves to leave the confines of the small cabin. It was an emotional moment for Heidrun, after months spent safely there writing his musical wonders. He didn't wish to leave at all, but Lilja and Tofa marched so far ahead that they almost left without him!

It's been days since and the three have remained together, although Heidrun wonders why the Visser wolves are intent on walking so quickly. He barely has time to take in the beautiful surroundings of these ancient lands of their ancestors. But, that doesn't stop him serenading the journey, putting his mental prowess to the test as he improvises with his lyre. An upbeat and joyful tempo, the pace of their strides used as the rhythm. "With sturdy boots and packs so light, we march through day and camp at night. The stars above, they guide our way and we sing and laugh, come what may." he bellows out loudly, Heidrun having to think quick on his feet for the next verse. "...now here's a tree, and there's some land, another tree so tall and grand, look at the branches...and more trees. We'll climb them high to see...what we see...another a tree!" he can hear the duff notes, and the way the words are not quite as creative as he wishes them to be and Heidrun shakes off the tune. "Hmm, no. No no, I will get it, I will get it. Let me roast, as the outsiders say." he chuckles with a slight boastful note for his knowledge of their- "They call it sl-ayng. I know a lot of it." he sighs out, retrying the tune again but then he stops. "Where are we going, again? Perhaps I can write the song to be about where we are going instead of what we are passing? Which is just trees."

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Their soft accompanying voices are the perfect melodies, Heidrun wearing a smug grin as he hears the two Vissers singing along. Why would they not? His music is the closest they will ever be to hearing the true tune of the Gods, a Nygard gift. The floating sound is perfect for such a journey, too. Lifting spirits. Even when Heidrun's lyricism falls flat, he isn't deterred. It's only Lilja putting a stop at his attempts that he lowers the lyre...with a slight huff, of course. "My entire purpose in life, Lilja, is to bring the gift of music. The very blessing of such sweet sounds to everybody. I had to learn from the outsiders in order to create bards they would enjoy. So, I know a lot now." he answers the Visser triumphantly, clearing his throat. "That's a tribe!" he shouts out in mangled English. "They say that when they like the feeling of something. Or you can say, I like that tribe. Tribin'. Caught a tribe. See. I am but a wealth of knowledge, Visser wolves."

Heidrun nods eagerly as Lilja recounts information he is certain she has given him previously. "The witch's town, yes. I remember." he declares, and it's natural for him to reach for his lyre at the prompt of creating a tune. "I can do that, with my eyes closed, in fact. I have a mountain of songs I created for our witches, I can change the lyrics. Already now I have some. Let me-" he requests respectfully for control of the strings again, nodding to Lilja's grip against the neck of his lyre, and Tofa joins the moment to put a stop to all of it entirely. Heidrun fights a frown as his hand drops listlessly to his side in abandon of the song. "Fine. But, this is not fetch. That is another for when something is bad. Because fetch is good, but somebody once told me it was never supposed to happen." @waterfallswords

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"With sturdy boots and packs so light..." Lilja hums absentmindedly as Heidrun's melody accompanies their travel. And it has for days, sometimes frustrating her but other times, like this one, making the journey feel just a touch easier. Perhaps it is why the Nygard Oath is one of such power, as Lilja finds herself reminiscing more about her father every time Heidrun strikes up a tune. "The stars above, they guide our way." she flicks her gaze to the skies, the lyrics prompting a more pressing thought. "If we do not find somewhere to shift, perhaps we should retreat further into the woods. It will be easier to be mistaken as wild wolves." she mentions to Tofa, as drawing out a sensible conversation from Heidrun serves as more of a headache. Lilja takes a quick glance over her shoulder as soon as the bard struggles with his words, a chuckle following from her as she slows her pace to walk beside him. "Roast later, perhaps." she suggests, taking hold of the neck of his lyre to lower it. "Why did you wish to learn so much from the outsiders, Heidrun? I could not think of anything worse." she muses next, before giving a nod in response to his question. "There is a safetown, but it is believed to mainly home witches. Tofa and I thought that if there is not many of us, they might let us stay for a short time." and now, with Heidrun joining them, their skills of persuasion may have to heighten. "Maybe you could charm them with a song about their powers? Do that." @gloriouswhispers