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[Krigare]

  He could almost scream as she noticed them. He had grown to know the look well. The quick glance at the silver lines that marred him. Her mismatched eyes didnt linger long though, and that caused his own green hues to return to the grass below him. He awaited her reply quietly after this, too encased in his own thoughts to say anything. The silence that plagued him  so hard to fight off. It was begging him to just leave, to be alone once more with nothing but the trees, and the forest floor. Her voice came soon after though, the silence fleeing. What had she said? 

"Spark."

He repeated the name , the wind catching it and flinging it far from his reach. What a peculiar name. Though he supposed his was just as strange. So when her question arose , he wasnt sure how he wanted to respond. In his own head, he was nobody. A simple no one that passed through others vision occasionally. 

"Krigare. My name is Krigare."

It had been a long time since he had introduced himself as such. It had always been 'no one.' or 'I dont quite know.' But he was compelled to tell the mare who he was. So he had, and a strange sense of  being exposed  came with this. 

He nearly laughed. All he had done was tell her his name!  He had not revealed some terrible secret that burned his heart to keep. He had not Offered her up a weakness to strike at, or his emotions to tear at. 

He had told her his name.

The name that meant warrior. Something he had come to learn suited him well.