Blizzard had shown disinterest in their discussion by glancing towards the fire where Vikings were dancing, though by this point in the night many were more staggering about with boisterous laughter- hanging off one another and cheering. He grinned broadly until he took note of Ava’s poor choice of a name for him. Was that all she could come up with on the spot? Geeze, he was glad she hadn’t been the one to name him. He narrowed his eyes as she whispered to the others but decided to let that one slide. Wouldn’t do him any good making a scene. He gave the nadder a look and let Ava entertain it.
“That was like a hundred years ago,” Calder grumbled and added under his breath “and Avrid is clearly too big of a buffoon to use a sword.”
“Hey!” Arvid immediately protested, springing up from the log in challenge “Give me your sword right now and I’ll show you just how… unbaffoonish I am!” Calder looked ready to draw the weapon when Mag gasped, hand flying to her face.
“You remember that?!” She grabbed for Ava’s shoulders, bouncing with excitement without pulling Ava to her feet. “You remember something!” She squealed until Darby shoved her aside with an air of curious demanding.
“What else do you remember?”