“Wait, I was supposed to stand where?
... fuck it, Im hungry”
#ForHonorRP!
Shaman!
Viking faction (of course)
Easily bribed, Easily lashes out
Probably won a wrestling match with a bear
RT and follow?
@Thefierceshaman @ShoulderBasher she makes sure to pack up a few, carefully wiggling to take the roots with them
“I see... I’ve been meaning to get back in touch.
I havent used many mushrooms in my potions...”
*Going to pounce on @Thefierceshaman!*
FRIEND! I HAVE NEWS!
that you musnt share with anyone.
I am trusting you, and only you with this... as the spirits may have already told you
“I wouldnt recommend it on open waters... No ship is rigged for meady crews”
she chuckles, finishing her second bowl and setting it aside to lay against his belly
He eats the soup, and then drinks the mead to finish it down. It reminds him of flowers back home. And it's taste is extremely, unique. Just like Rot.
"I will brave any storm, any sea. Including alcoholic ones."
she pours the honey drink into his cup, opting to drink straight from the bottle herself, then back to the soup. trading swigs every once in a while
“No risk too big or small~
I like the sound of that”
"I am not much of a drinker, dear. But for you, I shall take any risk. No risk too big or small."
He would hand her a wooden cup, it was meant for sake but, for now, it would do.
“Heh, I could say the same for you~
Say... We should celebrate...
are you a fan of mead?”
She chuckles, reachung for a bottle from the satchel, careful not to spill the soup
He lets out a quick huff of happiness as he finishes off his own bowl. Taking the ladle into his hand again, so he could serve up two more servings of soup.
"You never fail in making me happy."
“I’m glad to hear that, I’m more than willing to try again once those wounds heal over.”
She skips utensils, as usual, slurping straight from the bowl.
nestling up and getting comfortable against his belly
He smiles and lifts her into his lap, grabbing the wooden ladle and scooping it into to large cauldron of soup, gently pouring it into her bowl afterwards.
"Oh, my dear. How I've missed your company. I still do wish to give you what you dream of."