She smiles at the skald, eager to feel her flesh again.
Dagmarr studies the couple for a moments as they walk, listening to the exchange. "So am I right in inferring that you two have a little one on the way? If so it must be rather early since you don't appear to be showing Frostine.
Thorgr nods, but lets Frostine explain.
She nods, "Yeah...well we only found out recently. My appetite was doing funny things and so Thorgr was worried that I might be coming down with something so we saw the Cleric that was with us at the time and he told me I was going to have a baby. I kinda freaked out at first, but then he told me I had like nine months to prepare so I'm not quite so freaked out now, but some things still kinda worry me. I know I'll be okay though with all the great people we have around us. I'm probably just like a little over a week along or so. Other than the food thing getting to me sometimes, I feel pretty okay for the most part so far. Do you have any family back where you came from? Like siblings, love interest, parents...you know, that sort of thing?" She explains as they walk along, slipping in her own questions near the end of it.
”Well that is definitely a good thing to know as a battlefield healer. As Thorg said since you are primarily cast spells you should be able to continue to function relatively well in the field for quite some time. While it isn’t my specialty I do have a familiarity with what you’ll be dealing with. My goddess Freya is a goddess of love and fertility. She is also the leader of a great band of women warriors known on some planes of existence as Valkyries. Freya represents fertility in all its forms. On this plane, Freya represents the cycle of death and rebirth. She is a goddess of the coming harvest as well as a goddess of sexuality and procreation.” Dagmarr says thoughtfully. ”I am an only child. My father was apparently killed in battle when I was but a child and my mother never remarried.”
She gives her a smile feeling a little more at ease about her situation now that she knows for sure that there is someone with her that has a better range of knowledge about the subject, "Well...I'm definitely glad you're with us. It helps ease my mind a little to know that there will be someone with us who knows more than I do about this stuff. Both of my parents are still alive...at least they were when I left and they had no other children after....after they had me."
Thorgr puts a comforting hand on Frostine's shoulder.
She puts her hand on top of his as she leans into him slightly.
Patting his hand she looks up at him as they walk, "It's okay...I mean...it's not okay, but the shame is theirs...not mine."
"It is," Thorgr says. "Anyone else would be proud to have you as a daughter."
She just nods but says nothing else.
Obviously referring to something she knew nothing about, Dagmarr remains silent as they continue on. While she had yet to meet their other companions, these two seemed like good people which boded well for both their association and mission.
As they walk she's quiet for a bit as she seems to be contemplating something. Finally she glances up at Dagmarr, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to talk about things that you don't know about. If you're going to be traveling with us though, you might as well know. My parents....they didn't want to have anymore children after me because they didn't want to run the risk of having another "cursed" child. At first everything was fine and they thought I was just a normal child with a funny birthmark. As time went on though they found out that wasn't the case and I guess they couldn't deal with it very well. I guess...the first time it happened was when I was about three or four years old. I was with my mother in the gardens and there was a snake. We didn't see it at first....but that didn't matter to the snake that was as startled as we were. It bared it's fangs and I just....I guess I sort of threw out my hands and froze it. Mother became furious and started shaking me, telling me that what I did was bad and could ruin my father's reputation if it got out. I tried to control it....but I didn't know how so every time I got nervous or scared I would accidentally freeze something. So....they tried to keep me locked away and told people that I was "sick". Eventually as things usually do though, word spread and before they knew it....everyone was talking about his "cursed" daughter. The day before my seventeenth birthday he summoned me and told me that the night after my birthday I would be married to some Prince from the north. I guess they decided if they couldn't "cure" me....that they would get rid of me instead." Taking a deep breath she continues, "A very good friend who's father was famous for his wines, came to bring a shipment to my father for the party and wedding I suppose....when they left they hid me among the empty barrels and snuck me out. I....I ran away because I couldn't stand the thought of being married off to someone I didn't even know or love. I met Thorgr here on the boat to Frijia and the rest is pretty much history....but that's why I don't want to go home." She says as she finishes her explanation. Looking contemplative she adds, "I think that's it. That's pretty much my life story right there. Sorry it was so long....I don't know how to tell simple versions of things." She then gets quiet again. The more she got off her chest and talked about it, the better she felt.
Jerrica gathers up her and Sig's clothing. "I never thought I'd hate my clothes."
"That is a sentiment I cn totally get behind." Sig says laughing. "So much more enjoyable without them." she says sitting up
She was getting used to people not knowing how to respond to her story. She just stays quiet as they keep heading back to Corrie's cottage.
Jerrica gets dressed and puts her hair up. She stretches and yawns. "Let's see if the others are back."
Thorgr turns to Dagmarr and gestures at the cottage before them. "This is Corrie's place. Corrie is an aspect of Yggdrasil, I suppose you could say. She feeds us and shelters us. I'm sure she'll be happy to meet you."
He goes and holds open the door for the two women.
Getting dressed and putting her hair in a single long braid over her shoulder, Sig Holds the door open for her love. "After you love." she says with a grin.
Having remained thoughtfully quiet as they headed to the cottage, Dagmarr turns to Frostine. "Your parents were fools. Your gifts are something to be cherished and respected, and I am gald to travel alongside you." she says placing a hand on the sorceress' shoulder.
Her eyes widen, impressed at the being told who this Corrie who acted as their caretaker was. With nod of thanks she follows Frostine through the door as Thorg holds it open,
Jerrica walks into the main room as Frostine, Thorgr and Dagmarr enter. "Found our new healer?"
Looking up at Dagmarr as they enter she nods, "Part of me knows that, so I try not to let it bother me too much."
Once inside she smiles and nods, "Yup....this is Dagmarr, priestess of Freya."
"Nice to meet you, Dagmarr," the rogue says, extending a hand. "I'm Jerrica."
"Well met Jerrica." the cleric replies taking her forearm in a firm warrior's grip.
"I'm Sigrdrífa, but everyone calls me Sig." Sig says in greeting entering the room behind Jerrica.
"Well met to you as well..Sig." Dagmarr responds extending the same greeting to the other woman.
"Strong grip you've got there," Jerrica says with a chuckle.
Frostine just smiles as she heads to the kitchen to find Corrie, "Ms. Corrie...we found our other healer so we'll have another one for our meals. Is it a while till lunch yet?"
Corrie turns from the oven to face Frostine. "Just a few minutes and I'll have lunch ready, dear."
She nods, "Okay, do you need help with anything?"
"Not unless you want to set the table," Corrie says.
She shrugs, "Sure, I can do that." She says before gathering all the utensils and dishes. Going into the other room she starts laying everything on the table while looking up at the others, "Ms. Corrie says that lunch will be ready in just a few minutes. I'm setting the table for her."
Thorgr smiles. "Alright, love."
Looking up at him she gives him a sweet smile before going back to setting the table. After a couple of minutes she goes to the others, "Does everyone know what they would like to drink?" She asks in her young sweet voice.
"Since we're still having a free day, I'll take an ale," Jerrica says.
"Lemonade for me," Thorgr says.
She nods as she looks everyone over, "Does that sound good to the rest of you as well? It's nice and cold...." She says with a grin as she looks adoringly up at Thorgr.
Looking a bit surprised she says, "Well...okay, an ale and a lemonade so far. What would the two of you like?" She asks as she turns to Sig and Dagmarr.
"Ale is fine for me too." Sig says taking a seat.