She was a looker, that was for sure. Viđarr takes her in with a careful curiosity, noting her smile. Radiant. They spend a long moment in study of each other, and he remains relaxed. Self assured. Confidence that wouldn’t waver, but it wasn’t meant to be in anyone’s face either. His ears flicker, first one then the other. He’s simply taking in what he can. Viđarr lets go a soft chuckle, brassy where it hangs in the air.
She didn’t mind the cold, but he was happy to act as a block from the breeze anyway. The woman would lose heat faster being damp still, from the sea. Her smile is coy, and his is daring. The eye contact is fleeting, not wanting to hold it for too long. No, Viđarr is comfortable in this environment. “My pleasure,” his voice is quiet, but warm.
When the woman moves, it’s quick. His posture is comfortable over his hooves. Viđarr too lowers his muzzle to take a small bite of the winter grass. Why had he come after all? He takes a moment to answer, chewing thoughtfully. “I decided it was time for me to leave my brother’s home, make a name for myself elsewhere.” His words are thoughtful, eyes flickering to land on her face once more. “What brings you out here?” Voice even, but curious.
And then he realizes. "I’m Viđarr, by the way.” There. He’d been impolite, but lacks the words to apologize for that. No, he’d simply introduce himself. The man doesn’t take his eyes off of her. He is stately, but there’s an undercurrent-- curiosity.
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