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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Enter Arithon, from the House of Arch.

In the sake of padding the entrance post: fal'al'Door Arithon fal'al'Bernard

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"... oh." As much as she cares for Arithon, finding out he could make mistakes on such a thing would have been nice.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

He has. Sometimes. But....he's still certain enough that he's staked his life on it.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

She sips her hot chocolate, finally. ".... back, you said. Here."

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"Back. Here."

Bleeding on the floor, people calling for healers....he swallows, and smiles at her. It takes effort, but it looks fine.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

And the mun is evil. Svava nods, with a faint smile to Arithon, taking a bit of hope in his reassurance.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

He'll pay for it later. But he smiles at her again, and takes a long drink of ale.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"I wonder if anyone back at Asgard even knows I'm missing." She mutters, after a while.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Is there a safe response to that?

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Its a much safer question than the dressed "does my rear look big in this?", really.

Thankfully, Svava's not expecting an answer. The only people around here from 'home' that she knows of are exiled from there.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

So he's safely silent.