Ragnar is a (raider) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-12-05 00:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !vikings, *narrative, ragnar lothbrok |
Ragnar narrative
Who: Ragnar
What: Thinky thoughts
Where: Hedeby
When: Current
Warnings/Rating: Nope, none
It was almost winter.
Had they been on their farm, the last of the rye would have been harvested, patches made to their home and roof, furs lining the walls to keep out the worst of the drafts. He would likely be out in the yard, chopping wood, while Bjorn and Gyda were collecting smaller branches from the forest around their home. The smokehouse would be full as the oldest of the animals were killed - those that would not survive the winter but could still be eaten for their meat. Bones and antlers - those that they had not already made use of during the spring and fall - were prepared for carving.
Here in Hedeby, there was little for him to do. He was not Earl here, but remained for Lagertha and soon, soon he would have to return home to Kattegat to prepare for winter. It would be longer without her warmth beside him, but she was an Earl now; she had her own people to care for.
Chewing on his inner cheek, he stretched his legs out in front of him, feet dangling off the wood planks that made for the flooring. He'd have to go home soon. What needed to be done? The ships would have been cared for, the nets, there were plenty of slaves now to make sure that the hall was ready. He'd have to check on the grain stores, the smokehouses, the people. He had not seen any others post, but he still hoped that he might see those closest to him when he returned.
He pursed his lips, leaned back until he could use his crossed arms as a pillow and listened to the people around him. Some were trading, others preparing for the long winter, others were bickering over the cost for various goods that they couldn't produce themselves. Goats milk and grain, new furs, better furs, furs that repelled water and those that were so soft they could only be afforded by the richest among them. Men and women that had been raiders, might be raiders still, and found their comfort within the town.
His chin tilted up, gaze moving to the hall where Lagertha was. She couldn't leave with him, but maybe, maybe in the summer she would have warriors that would want to go raiding to the west with them.
That it would keep them together on the long voyage there and back, keep her close for the inevitable battles - he smiled. He'd speak with her about it before he left. Pleased with himself, he rolled his head back, shuffled it back and forth to make himself comfortable, and closed his eyes.