Private Reflecting

It was a slightly cloudy day, and Stefan had finally made his way to the park. He had been here a little over a week and was finding his way around better now.

Currently laying down in sn open field of grass, Stefan had his face to the sky. Mirrored sunglasses were upon his face covering his icy blue eyes for good measure. Last thing he wanted was a random passerby to jump on him because of his ability.

The blondie was lost in thought over the last few days. Everything that had happened. How he ended up here and what the future held.

(In old norse) "King Hrauthung had two sons: one was called Agnar, and the other Geirröth. Agnar was ten winters old, and Geirröth eight. Once they both rowed in a boat with their fishing-gear to catch little fish; and the wind drove them out into the sea."

Stefan sang to himself gently as his surroundings slowly shift beginning to show the tale he was singing.

@Arcadia

A voice called out, and Stefan had started to dismiss it. It wasn't until the voice mentioned nordic chanting that he realized it was directed at him. The fact that someone recognized it as Norse was impressive to him. Not many people could pin it down, especially that fast.

Sitting up from where he was laying, Stefan spotted a figure walking towards him. When he had stopped singing, the visions went away.

"Native tongue. You speak Old Norse?"

His voice was genuinely curious. It was rare to find someone that recognized it. Could this be someone from back home in Fólkvangr? Stefan didn't recognize him.

Getting to his feet, Stefan returned the smile even though Altizica's looked a little off, he wasn't gonna judge. Teaching out Stefan shook his hand.

"Stefan. It's a pleasure."

He cocked his head sideways inquisitivly.

"You knew someone who spoke it?"

Stefan caught the tone of his voice and realized that 'A while ago' meant way before Stefan was even born. The mentioning of some being Valkyries mean that he definitely had met people he knew.

"Sorry, was just trying to see if we had some common acquaintances."

It was interesting how much more he was learning about his home now that he had left it. It wasn't like things were hidden from him, just since things don't get brought up.

Yet again he was boiled down to walk his mom was, but Stefan shook it off quickly. It wasn't Alt's fault for being curious, and to be fair his mom was Freyja. It was an interesting fact of his life.

"Well....I'm the love child of a mortal man and the goddess Frejya. I am the baby of the bunch do if it's been any decent length of time, i more than likely wasn't born."