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Post by Espen Varangr on Mar 31, 2021 1:43:06 GMT -5
Espen was giddy.
He felt stupidly happy at the moment, so much so that not even his lingering headache and hangover could rain on his parade. He'd been recognized as a pillar of the community, his son had even congratulated him, his brother had proven to be more than capable, and, probably most importantly for his specific mood that day, he'd finally slept with Eira. The woman he might love (give him a break, he had just slept with her the night before, his feelings were pretty high) but at the very least felt a strong bond with.
While generally, the warrior wasn't the unhappy sort, he was rarely so outwardly smiling. Yet here he was, making he way to his brother's hut with a grin on his face and a bounce in his step and while most people assumed it was to do with the ceremony the night before, a few suspected rightly otherwise, considering who he had been seen leaving with.
He'd slept in even longer than the day before and most of those not also suffering from hangovers were out hunting, or gathering, or gathering information about which village or farmstead would make a good next target. Espen imagined he would lead one of those raids in the near future, but for now, it was a rather quite day around camp. Which was to say, there were a lot of women and children running about and younger warriors training and slaves hauling supplies here and there and construction happening on more permanent tents and huts and the main hall.
Espen wasn't exactly sure what Roan Varangr was up to, but he really wanted to congratulate his brother and bother him a bit. And maybe get something to help with his head so he could feel even more pleased with himself.
"Roan?" He called, leaning on the beams of the entrance to the shaman's hut. He was sure his younger brother was awake and likely out and about already, but he figured he would start there before asking around for the shaman. |
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Post by Roan Varangr on Apr 12, 2023 3:02:29 GMT -5
Roan was doing what he did on most days when there was a lull in the raids. He was taking stock of what they had, what herbs or items they were low on. What could be gathered and what had to be planted.
He was tallying up the supply of cloth they used for bandages when he heard the familiar sound of his brother calling for him.
He turned and moved from the more permanent wooden structure of the store house to the more hut and tent like structure of the main dwelling/ workspace.
He was met with a very happy looking man indeed. "Brother, you Don’t appear to be in need of my services. " he teased but he was happy to see Espen all the same.
He gestured welcoming Espen in to make himself at home if he wanted. His home wasn't much but there was plenty of space for his brother to sprawl out and boast about whatever it was that had a grin spreading ear to ear. Though he had some guess what it was.
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Post by Espen Varangr on Apr 12, 2023 15:18:41 GMT -5
Espen's grin widen, moving to wrap the slender man in a half hug before moving inside. "I'll have you know I have a terrible hangover." Perhaps that was overselling it, but he did have a bad headache of his own making. Though it could wait, considering he did bother the shaman quite often and sometimes he just wanted to hang out with his brother.
He made himself comfortable ione one of the floor mats, stretching his legs out in front of him and leaning back on his hands. "You're not too busy today, are you?" he asked, looking around. He didn't have anyone else in the tent, nor was Roan's apprentice about. Likely she was off tending to someone or retrieving supplies.
"I think I found her. For certain this time." He added, aware this wasn't the first time he had shared with his brother how lovesick he was. First Jesper's mother, but even he had known that was more obligation. Then Astrid before she died. And now Eira. Though with his track record, he worried something terrible was bound to happen. |
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Post by Roan Varangr on Apr 13, 2023 3:19:10 GMT -5
Roan returned the quick hug and then turned to move to the small work table where he mixed remedies. "Ah, a contagious condition this morning I imagine." Though the amount of villagers that would put aside their pride to limp into his hut for something to soothe a splitting head was actually pretty low. Sometimes his biggest challenge was actually convincing a village of warriors to stop competing over who could be in the most pain the longest and just take some damn medicine.
Luckily that wasn't a problem with his brother who had no reservations about coming to visit. He poured some water into a tall earthen mug and hunted around for the right powder. For a simple pain it was a simple remedy. Something he wished he could say for the vast majority of injuries they had to look after. He had the herbs pre-ground and stored in the same small wooden cabinet that their father had built so long ago. It kept the more often used herbs handy but much more recently he found it was an easy way to accommodate his apprentice. Much of the powder looked the same from a birds view so at least she could memorize the drawers.
He scooped some of the powder into the mug and stirred it while listening to his brother gush about his love life. While he certainly wasn't surprised to hear it. He was happy because it made espen happy. He knew how rough losing Astrid had been for him. With a slight smile on his face he returned to put the mug in Espen's hands. "Drink." He said in a teasing tone.
" Good, perhaps I shall have to worry a little less knowing you have a woman to return to. " not that he really thought Espen had ever been reckless on the raids on purpose. It just gave him piece of mind that there was one more reason for Espen to be cautious.
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