It had been a rough couple days and Aeskilegt was ready for break. He wished for someone to play with, but he knew that wasn't very likely to happen. Even if he did find someone he could play with, it wasn't uncommon that their master, which most cubs he met seemed to have, didn't want them playing anyways. He huffed a tiny sigh as he continued along, not too sure where he was really headed quite yet anyways. He had begun to feel a bit hungry, and he remembered a spot that he had found some small scraps the other day. Perhaps he would head that way. It wasn't likely he'd get much, but anything was something to be grateful for, as an orphan.It was a bit nicer than the previous day, not so dark and cloudy anyways, and Aeskilegt was happy to feel some sun on his young hide. He smiled a bit as he went, feeling a bit happier from the warmth and comfort the sun gave. He was hopeful today, and mostly happy. Even if he was on his own and was pretty confused, Aeskilegt was even starting to get used to it a little. It hurt less every day, and he was so determined to do everything in his power to become a feared and fearless warrior when he grew up. Who knows, maybe fending for yourself helps, he was thinking to himself, and his mind wandered- as did his attention.
Vistada
Hristgard was adamant; adamant to fight her way to the top! To not be a thrall. But not because she believed being a thrall was bad. She just needed to become a fearless warrior. She was fearless; that was the difference between her and Aeskilegt! She wasn't afraid of anything. Hrist loved her mother but she needed the adventures the other Stormborn ranks went through. She wasn't in the least bit wanting to be a thrall to anyone.
