The joke of misdirection is received with the wide eyes of mannerly uncertainty, and a quick glance to Viatorus, until Harrowheart laughs and she laughs with him, now that she knows what he'd meant to do. Though she's perfectly neat, the rich colour of her skirt and the looseness of her blouse make her appear far more casual than any of the Durants have been (excusing Viatorus in the middle of his research).
She titters a laugh at his joke and shakes her head. "How rude of me!" She holds out a hand. "My name is Ingirun, but call me Runa, please. It's a pleasure to meet you, Harrowheart."
The more she speaks the more obvious her Swedish accent becomes.
"Would you like me to take that?" Viatorus asks, gesturing to Harrowheart's helmet which he's fixated upon. It's still strange to think of Harrowheart as a soldier. He's just... Harrowheart.
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Date: 2017-01-03 08:05 pm (UTC)She titters a laugh at his joke and shakes her head. "How rude of me!" She holds out a hand. "My name is Ingirun, but call me Runa, please. It's a pleasure to meet you, Harrowheart."
The more she speaks the more obvious her Swedish accent becomes.
"Would you like me to take that?" Viatorus asks, gesturing to Harrowheart's helmet which he's fixated upon. It's still strange to think of Harrowheart as a soldier. He's just... Harrowheart.