Re: Odinson Family Values
Ragnar padded over to the bar, returning with a bottle of Vodka and a somewhat dusty one of mead, he'd heard Thor mention it before and assumed it was his preferred drink. Passing the mead to Thor, Ragnar pulled up a chair and sat himself down, looking into the fire for a moment.
"Perhaps, I do not remember my life amongst the tribes, I know I fought in battle hard enough to be chosen by a Wolf Priest..but beyond that.." Ragnar shrugged, taking a swig of his drink. "Memory of our past lives is removed during training." Why? The thought was his own, something he'd never thought to ask in the past, nor even considered.
"It did sound like something a mother would sing..but I do not remember my mother, her name, her face.."