Manning Thorsen believes in (othala) wrote in repose,
Manning/Nishka: Market
It wasn't until she came closer that he noticed her, a little hovering on the edge of his peripheral vision, but something --
He nearly dropped the acorn squash he was holding. There was only one that would call him that, and something very old beat against his ribs. His head ducked down even as he wanted to reach for the storm that always called to him.
Manning cleared his throat, forced to take a deep breath before he could look up and regard her.
"Brother," he said easily in Old Norse, voice barely above a rumble. "Or should I say sister?" He quipped, eyes narrowing slightly.
She was familiar in a way he couldn't place, but one that still tingled in the back of his mind. That was of slightly less concern however, than who was riding around in her and what he might bring. "How long have you been here?"