The forest: Derek F/Ragnar L
He would agree with every sentiment. It was something he had noted as the years and centuries had passed him by, as he'd watched people change the way they fought their battles, watched the reasons they went to war change from pride and protection to money.
"It is a pity," Ragnar said softly, his eyes scanning the area between the trees, spear braced in his hand, balanced to be thrown-
Until she spoke, of course. Ragnar frowned, muscles relaxing, his attention on Derek. "What do you mean?" he asked, though he doubted he was going to get the answer now. "Who?" His wife. His real wife. No. How? She stood before him now, but it wasn't her. Was this his clue? "Will you tell me, or must I wait? You know I have not given up our ways-" with the spear lowered at his side, Ragnar gazed at the woman before him. "I preserve them. I teach them."
He ran his fingers through his beard. "Returning to me? To me?" He was lonely, she probably knew that. And this was too much.