Who: Sabrina and Sigrun What: Sabrina is giddy When: Backdated to early May Where: The Settlement Warning: None Status: Closed/complete
Sabrina was floating on air. Had her head in the clouds. Acting the mooncalf and humming to herself. She smiled and waved to everyone she saw as she half skipped through the Settlement. She stuck out enough here with her modern dress and white hair. The humming and light step made her especially separate from the other residents. She didn’t care.
Eventually she spotted someone she not only knew but was eager to talk to. Sabrina changed her half skipping to intercept. “Sigrun!” she called out with a bright smile. “Hey! How are you?” Oh yeah. She was chipper.
She was carrying a basket of potatoes from one of the store houses to cut for seed when Sabrina caught her. Sigrún was loathe to admit the girl was a breath of fresh air in this place. Her people had been dealt some blows and needed the cheer.
"Hello, Sabrina. I am well enough, you seem to be in a fine mood. What has you skipping through the settlement?" She grinned at her.
Without needing to be asked, Sabrina began plucking potatoes from the basket to lighten Sigrun’s load. She had been hoping someone would ask! Her own happy grin returned Sigrun’s. “A boy,” she replied as if it were some naughty secret. “Sam Goode from town. He went with me to the dance and before that he’d bought me chocolate to cheer me up. And noooow….” Ok even she admitted she was being a little disgusting. “We’re dating.”
Sigrun… was not good with this topic. She hadn’t had a significant other in centuries. This was awkward. “Oh, well, is that a good thing?” she asked carefully, not entirely sure how to handle this. “It sounds like a good thing.” she blinked and took a steadying breath. She could manage this, she thought for a moment, then noted to herself Clove was much easier.
“Tell me of him, then?” she asked.
“His name is Sam,” Sabrina started. She didn’t notice that this topic made Sigrun uncomfortable. Sabrina probably wasn’t noticing much of anything, at the moment. She didn’t mean to be selfish. She was just happy. And smitten.
“He’s in high school like me.” Which was nice, and probably better for her than an 18 year old orgy attendee. “He’s shorter than me but that just makes him even more adorable.” A smile got beamed at the other woman. “He calls me beautiful.”
"Sam." She noted and committed to memory. She'd send one of the ravens to watch him later. Oops. Sigrún didn't mind, she sat down by the fire to let the girl gush about this boy.
"That is an admirable quality in a boy, if he didn't call you beautiful he would be in trouble and not worth your time." She said honestly, which was a little scary really, Sigrún wouldn't take kindly to those who hurt her people's feelings.
Sigrún collected wayward souls. Welcome to the settlement, Sabrina. Enjoy Aunt Sigrún.
Sabrina giggled. Vikings, probably as a rule, didn’t giggle. Half-witches who were also the daughter of Satan did, however. “He’s a good kisser, too,” she admitted as she flopped down with Sigrun. She automatically picked up a nearby knife to start peeling then cutting up the potatoes.
“I’m going to ask him to join us for dinner sometime so everyone can meet him.” She rolled her eyes. “I figure it’s better to get all the threats and dirty looks out of the way early.”
Sigrun did not infact giggle. Ever. “I am glad to hear that.” she said evenly as she pushed the empty basket towards Sabrina so she could put the peeled potatoes in the basket. She peeled her own with the deftness that she did when she used the knife for other reasons.
“That would be good. He is welcome here. I cannot promise how many of us will not give threats and dirty looks.” she smiled sweetly, it was not a sweet smile. She pushed her hair back before tossing the peels in the other basket.
Sabrina chuckled even as she rolled her eyes. “I figured it was too much to ask for,” she said, but even the idea of Sam being intimidated didn’t diminish her good mood. “But I guess that’s what I get for having northmen for a foster family. Oh darn. You guys care about me.”
She grinned at Sigrun as she began putting the peeled potatoes into the basket. “You’ll see. He’s a good one.”
"Yeah sorry, bunch of scary Norse. If we can't live to the stereotype what are we going to do?" She laughed then smiled a bit. "To be fair we would do it to anyone who brought someone home."
"I didn't think you would choose a bad one.I get the feeling you wouldn't pick anyone that would do you wrong."
“Been there, done that,” Sabrina said ruefully. “Got the t-shirt. My last boyfriend turned to the dark side. No thanks.”
Then she put on the Bambi eyes and batted her lashes at Sigrun, indicating she was about to ask for a favor. “Could you keep an eye on Bjorn for me, though? Keep him from looming too much? I love my viking guardian, but I think he takes the Father Figure thing so seriously he might go a little overboard on the intimidation.”
Sigrun smiled gently.
“Why ever would I do that?” she asked laughing, “Bjorn is a good father figure - he takes it very seriously. But I will try to keep him from going too far overboard. That’ll not be easy, but ah, well, since you asked so nicely and all.”
She leaned back and smiled a bit. “I’m glad you are fitting in just fine here.”
Sabrina had a moment of panic that they all might gang up on Sam, or maybe had already been planning to, but her concern was relieved quickly enough. “Oh, I know he’ll loom, and that’s fine. I never really had a good father figure, and it’s nice to have one now. I just don’t want him sharpening his axe every time Sam’s around.” She chuckled with a grin.
“I really like it here,” she said in a tone that was half surprised. “I don’t have to hide what I am. It’s a bit more rustic than I’m used to, but I can work with it.” A little tweaking here and there, a bit of magic and everything was fine.
Sigrun only smirked. “Bjorn is a good father figure.” she said softly then smiled. “You might have to put up with that bit a little though, he’ll get over it and we all will too.” she smiled warmly as she looked down at her.
“I’m glad. Rustic is comfortable to most of us - and it is something we are happy with. You are free to do what you must to be comfortable, just do not endanger the place in any fashion. Blow something up and I’ll sic the ravens on you.” she winked as she leaned back. “I am glad, though, you are liking it here.”
Sabrina laughed, easily able to imagine herself being mobbed by ravens. “I promise. Bird poop isn’t a good look for me.”