Re: The forest: Derek F/Ragnar L
Always busy. Ragnar remembered it fondly. The fond memories he pulled to the surface as much as he possibly could. For all that came in the centuries between, his happiest memories were of his time back home, with his family. The early days, when he had Lagertha and his children, when he had just brought Athelstan back...
"There is a little less war mongering than there used to be," he smiled. It was good to hunt, there was so little need for it these days. All of them could buy whatever they needed. But here and now none of them were thinking of that. They were each other's people and it was good. It was a good feeling.
One hand gripped the edge of the cart close to Derek's waist, his own body hovering barely an inch apart from her back. His eyes scanned the woodland- most of the animals had fled deeper into the cover of the trees, and he didn't blame them. So a frown inched its way onto his face when she slowed them. And addressed him.
"What?" Ragnar asked, as though he hadn't heard correctly. "What- are you- what?" There was worry building. He had thought the Gods had toyed with him enough. "What have you seen?"