I'm Not A Man, I'm A Weapon In Human Form

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Eirene had doted on her entrance into Northfall for not nearly as long as she should’ve. She believes that she truly found a home, but she wasn’t exactly comfortable yet.

The snow covered mountaintops were her favorite, she had to admit. The way that they whispered through the tundra, throwing down heaps of snow here and there. The pang that pulled at her heart was the responsibility of Primrose, worried about his wellfare.

She barely even noticed the man that stood a few paces ahead of her. His coat was the color of the falling snow, mouth full with herbs a plenty. Her head would turn, curiously, approaching him. He smelled of Northfall descent, so she wasn’t entirely worried.

”What are you collecting?” She’d ask with a smooth voice, ears perked toward him.

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The albino male's expression was surprised as Eirene had spoken to him, the glossiness of his eyes causing her to smile lightly, tail swifting back and forth. He spoke to her, face scarred to which her eyes flickered to, curious in its nature. She shifted her attention to the herbs that blocked his speech, the words coming out muffled. 

Eirene's gaze fell upon his stature, large and muscular, and perhaps a unrequited scowl on his face. She chose not to think much of it, even if she took it a bit personally...thinking that he was bothered by her presence. "I'm quite alright, Aarkron, is it? You were...the one who found Primrose, weren't you?" she'd ask kindly, pupils dilating with wonder and awe. 

If he were the one to have found young Primrose, she offered him anything she could offer. The Gods had taken their penance from her, stressing her with headaches from the sunlight, now she needed to thank the man personally who found the pup. Even if he seemed...mean, uninviting, and overall...scary-looking...he deserved gratitude of some sort. Perhaps maybe even a story of where he got those scars.

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Eirene watched the man put the herbs down in a pile beside his feet. He had been busy, no doubt. Eirene had no aversion to tackling the medicine field, but she had devoted her life to worship as is. She knew the meaning between that choice, yet she still would bow to a pedestal for lordship.  

She the thought it to be rather peculiar, yet in an aspect, cute the way the way his mannerisms were. He seemed so cold, so unapproachable on the outside, however came across as someone kind. Quite the oddity indeed, but it definitely caught Eirene's eye. At the mention of Primrose, her eyes grew a bit, thankful that she had gotten a moment alone with the man who had found her adopted son. 

"I thank you then, Aarkron. Truly." Eirene dipped into a bow, exclaiming him with the highest amount of gratitude that she could offer. "I am in your debt. Whatever you need, just ask." Her smile was solemn and honest.

When he mentioned his reassurance that he wasn't going to hurt Primrose, she'd quietly laugh. "He was quite frightened by you, I'll give you that."

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