「 Skill Point ― n/a 」

He didn't understand why they were there, but the child was suddenly thrust into the festivities and stood on the outskirts with confusion. He watched on as folks socialised and he stood like an awkward thumb, not quite sure what to do in such company. He hadn't ever been outside of the island much, and this was more faces than he'd ever seen.

He wasn't clamming up. He was just... Observing, yeah. He tutted and turned on his heel, looking for something to take his attention away from feeling like the odd one out. Asgeir didn't want to cling to his father's side after all, and Sverke had somehow become separated from himself.

Would there be anything fun to do? He cast his eyes over to the creature creating flower crowns and cringed. Definitely not that.

skill: scout

Wardruna had not been to the blushed meadows all that often. It was usually just a place of in-between; a place she strode back and forth through on her way to allies but never particularly a place to visit all its own. Until today, of course.

The word of festivities sounded and it was only in Wardruna's nature to be drawn towards it. She would never miss a party nearby, if she could avoid it! That, and she might be even able to collect and few trinkets to present to Sheauga, too. She had every intention of visiting the little bird and raccoon over these making flower crowns...

Yet for now, she simply strode, enjoying to watch. It was the sight of her little brother far from his island home which captured her attention. Sæll bróðir. (Hello brother.) She calls out to him as she draws nearer into the deeply golden boy's direction.