E
ven if she wasn’t exactly the type he’d been hoping to find first, Tuomas found himself still enjoying her company. ’And her information, of course.’“And what do you call it? Also the North?” A humorous smile split through his face, pulling his lips away from bone-white teeth. He had heard of other lands out here, of course; but somehow, Novus had always seemed to be a stand-alone tale, never connected with any other places. As if trapped in its own private fairytale, oblivious to the going-ons of a hundred different continents. It had taken him months to finally hear of its name, and longer still to learn how to find it—but never had he heard of a place simply dubbed “The North.”
It intrigued him. Perhaps another story for another time, or another world to adventure when he grew bored of this one.
“Funny how fate turns out that way sometimes,” he mused aloud, turning his gaze away from her to look out across the ocean. It rolled and toiled and roared without any care for the conversation happening on its shores; pulling and pushing in an endless rhythm. The ocean moved for no one, but demanded the world be moved for it—or would drown them in its wake. He supposed life as a whole might be like that: either you changed and took the punches in stride, or you were left behind and forgotten. Or dead.
But she was still talking. He kept an ear tilted towards her, an indication of his listening, while his eyes continued their slow sweep across the waves.
“Winter, all year. I suspect there may be a revolt if that were to happen.” He shook his head slowly. “I wouldn’t mind keeping this weather, myself.”
His name—or rather, his brother’s—sounded strange and foreign in her rough accent. As if the syllables were far too soft for her to enunciate. “It’s nice to meet you, Valkyr.”
His gaze continued to rove, wandering from the water to the shore, then down along the beach and back.
“Novus must be a pretty special place then, for you to have come back.”
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