If you say so. Einar said, looking warily at the cooing bird. To him, t was nothing more than a bunch of unconnected sound, but so was any language he didn't know as well (though he knew quite a bit of them, considering how long he had lived; it was just that his accent was about 300 years old).
He followed after the skipping Aspen, and once more it dawned on him how lost he was in his new surroundings. He didn't like that one bit, and it made him frown again, something heavy setting in on his chest.
A minute later he realised what he was doing, and bursted out laughing. Here he was a 600 years old warrior, sulking like a little child. Wasn't he about that already? he thought to himself, smiling bitterly, and forgetting, for a moment, that he wasn't alone.
He followed after the skipping Aspen, and once more it dawned on him how lost he was in his new surroundings. He didn't like that one bit, and it made him frown again, something heavy setting in on his chest.
A minute later he realised what he was doing, and bursted out laughing. Here he was a 600 years old warrior, sulking like a little child. Wasn't he about that already? he thought to himself, smiling bitterly, and forgetting, for a moment, that he wasn't alone.