A summer's evening. It was a pleasant breeze that cooled down the heat from earlier this day. Geirdrifa smiled. A lifetime of risking his life had seem him a more appreciative man if it came to the simple things in life. The garden was silent in the fading light. Many flowers closed themselves , "Just like the peoples that live here.", he thought. He was not the only stranger from a different land here. Aside his wife ofcourse. No! There were others here from the lands of the horselords, "Sharing blood and and ancient heritage together! But they were different, as if warped by magic. Plotting, masking lies, using others for their own designs. Traits he had seen in no Eorling during his time in the south. Nor any he recall from the north! It did not sit well with him as his face showed distaste. Perhaps though, he was not all that noble either, taking a contract that would see him stand against the company he was enlisted in. Bringing Nellye along in it.. It was true though, many he considered no more than arrogant footpads in armor! In their lack of experience and training, they often enough had fallen to acts of needless cruelty. Undisciplined lot, their or rather "the" captain standing either impotent or uncaring against this tide of malice. Only concerning himself with his personal desires for as far as Geirdrifa knew. He was conflicted though, even despite this company no longer providing any contracts. While he was waiting for some progress on chasing a group of supposed merry brigands in the Breeland. He had little to no choice to go find contracts by himself, he could hard eat rocks now could he? The thought relieved him a little.
He noticed a few moths fluttering towards his lantern that was dimly lit, the sudden change in the sky surprising him as it could do when not paying much attention! What had first been bright orange now had become in a deep dark blue, "How I long back to the simple days in the warcamps."
He sat on the one bench in the garden. Hearing some distressed murmurs from the house of the one owning this small domain. He sighed, then he rose with his hand on his axe! "Only me!", said an approaching figure that favored black in her clothes. It was Nellye's shift again. Pretty little thing, always in a good mood and she has more wit than most around here. Could it be Halsarn had his eyes on her then? "Why not!" She likely would get a better deal out of it aswell. He smiled at the memory of how he saw her lover abuse her with both tongue and hand. Only his first day and he had to threaten him into submission. His smile widened at the memory of her stepping forward and calling both the lover and him to stand down before iron got drawn. "Definitely a good girl!" These thoughts raced through him and she then seated herself next to him. "Nothing to report, peacefull as a king's tomb.", he said. "Oh alright!", she wasn't a big talker either. Those usually had better things to say. He rubbed a few calloused fingers over his smooth cheeks. The contract could easily be dissolved, when he pondered on the eventual clash between the two of them and the rest of the company. It would be to his shame were she to fall, both in the trust Halsarn had laid in him and also because he took a liking to her. She had an ear for his lessons even if she was a bit slow in the learning at times.
Maybe he should not have meddled in the first place though...
He smiled once again.
