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Freydis picked her way through Homewood, taking her time as she made her way to the armory that Ragnar had instructed her to visit. She couldn't remember the last time she'd come to Homewood. Her parents had never given her the luxury, and indeed, when she saw the way the forest bloomed and the way it inhabitants lived carefree and careless, Freydis understood why she had never been brought to visit as a child.

Still, it was all fascinating, and she spent her time carefully inspected every den she could peer into and watching every minimally interesting Homewooder she could find. She had followed someone who appeared to be a scout of some sort, and then listened in on some idle gossip among a handful of evidently high-born noulicorns who had gathered in a clearing for a gab.

At long last, she arrived at the Other-made shack that housed Dyna the armorer, and the doe waltzed right up to the entrance and poked her head in. "Helloooo," she sang out, gaze roving across the shopfront. It landed on a piece of metal that seemed decently reflective, and Freydis decided to invite herself closer so she could peer into it wide-eyed and see if it was one of those shiny things that could reflect images in them.

Ragnar had told her to behave. What a thought! As if Freydis was capable of anything but! He hadn't said be nice, and he hadn't said don't be difficult. Perhaps it should have been included in the order to behave herself, but Freydis couldn't be sure. She'd have to figure that out for herself.

Freydis wasn't expecting a collision. She'd heard the armorer's hoofbeats approaching, but as Dyna ran into her, she whirled about with an urgency that hinted at the sort of instincts she had developed living and fighting out in the Barrens. And errant noulicorn may not mean her much harm, but a catbeast certainly would.

It took a few moments for the steely look to fade from her eyes, but after a beat or two of pointed staring, Freydis moved her gaze over to the metal sheet lying a ways away from them.

"Oh, I'm fine," she said with a well-placed flip of her forelock. The piece of hair that had been dangling in her eyes fell perfectly into place to frame her angular face. Freydis blinked wide, blue eyes at Dyna, lifting her head. She carried herself with equal parts swagger and grace - A lady in a warrior's guise, or perhaps a warrior in a lady's. The line was a blur with her, but whichever it was, it was meant to both impress and intimidate. "Your metal, though... I hope it's not damaged."

There was a moment of silence. Ah. Freydis understood what was happening. She kept her expression neutral as Dyna ogled, although the doe would certainly be lying if she said she didn't thoroughly enjoy the attention. She decided then that perhaps she liked this Dyna after all and settled on a soft smile.

Be nice it was, then.

"Wonderful," she said, sounding pleased. Now that Freydis had decided she was on Dyna's side, she would have hated to see her hard work damaged in any way. "That's a relief."

She peered curiously at the metal and leather. It was still in pieces, which made it hard for Freydis to wrap her mind how it would all come together. The handiwork, though, already looked quite impressive. It was all seeming better and better - not that she had ever doubted Ragnar's judgment.

"My name is Freydis, Ragnar sent me and said you'd be expecting me," she said, lifting her head from examining the pieces. "I must say, these are exquisite. I'm no expert, of course, but these are quite lovely."

"His lady, mm!" she said, clearly enjoying the sound of that. If anyone deserved to be a lady, it was certainly Freydis. She shimmied her shoulders a little with contentment at the comment which, although merely relayed by Dyna, had earned the armorer a couple more points in Freydis' book.

"Ooh, well I want it to look good," she said, getting a little more animated than before. Excitement didn't always work well on poise, but in this case, she'd make a little exception. "A faceplate, most definitely. I like the handiwork you've put into yours." She leaned in closer to Dyna to give her beetle armor a thorough once-over.

"And I was thinking a neck guard that connects to the chest plate. All of it matching, of course." She stretched out her neck, as if to model for Dyna what it might look like to put armor on her graceful form. "What do you think? We does certainly are the more elegant breed. Bucks are just..." Freydis rolled her eyes, but her little smile hinted that she loved those bucks more than her words would suggest. "Ugh, blocky. There's no sophistication to their shape."

Freydis seemed more and more engaged as they spoke, nodding her head happily at all of Dyna's suggestions. "Why, thank you," she said warmly, obviously in full agreement that she was very pretty and that her armor should match. She wouldn't be caught dead wearing unflattering armor into a fight. Most certainly not. "I love all of your ideas. Detailing would make it so lovely. And the insignia!"

Her eyes were bright, and she had clearly spent a good deal of time thinking about exactly this. A warband needed an insignia, there was no way to argue otherwise. "We don't have an exact insignia, but I know Ragnar has thought a bit about it," she said, leaning in almost secretively as she said it. "At my suggestion, of course. Otherwise, I think he would never have considered it on his own! I couldn't believe it."

And then she fell silent with a small hum, her eyes narrowing just a touch as she considered something. "Well, I can have Torsten bring a preliminary idea when he comes, how does that sound?" she said finally, brightening up again. "I assume you're more artistic than the lot of us, so I imagine you'd have a better go at actually making it. You can make it official for us." Freydis beamed.

Freydis was terribly pleased that Dyna seemed to up to the task. She beamed and stood quite still as the armorer made her measurements, happily letting Dyna maneuver her into position as she began her measurements for the neck guard.

"Oh, this is so clever," she said, watching out of the corner of her eye as Dyna marked pieces of bark with her horn, noting the angles at which she had to position herself to allow the right measurements. "I'd never thought that this could all be so in-depth. Truth be told, I thought armor was just about... putting on chunky pieces of wood. I was never about that, as you can imagine."

She laughed, letting Dyna continue with her work, exhibiting a mostly uncharacteristic patience for standing still. Freydis liked to move about, perhaps the byproduct of a lifetime of living in areas where predators lurked everywhere. Still, she understood that this was important.

"Ragnar will be terribly pleased. I'd imagine he'll send Torsten over in a day or two. He doesn't like to wait, you see," Freydis said lightly. "I mean, none of do, to be honest. We're quite the impatient bunch, I guess."

"Weird, hm?" Freydis said as Dyna finished up the last of her measurements. "Weirdness to some is passion to others, I think. Luckily for us." The doe smiled and nodded as she began to make her way out of the shop.

"I'll let him know. And expect Torsten in the next day or two. Big ugly purple-looking thing. You can't miss him." And with that, she slipped out of the shop and set off, most likely to spy on some Homewooders again before she made her way back to camp.