<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #8040FF">House of Ostergaard</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #8040FF">Castle Ofertha</span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://aidanmoher.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/the-huntress-by-s-ross-browne.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #8040FF">Valkyr Thyra Ekundayo</span></span></div><br/><br/>Thyra almost felt bad for Felix...almost. The man simply did not know how to speak to Freya--then again, Freya was making it awfully difficult, more so than usual in Thyra's opinion. Oh well, she supposed, Freya is who she is and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Best to take her as she was and be happy that she hadn't cut your throat yet. Not that Thyra ever feared that for herself.<br/><br/>She watched with amusement as Felix floundered for a proper response. Luckily he settled on just grabbing his own mug. It was adorable how he desired Freya and Freya desired nothing more than to sew the man's mouth shut.<span style="color: #8040FF"> "Yes, well I find that in Ipale, ale flows heavier than the rivers in the north. I have had Felix's ale, and I must say, it is rather poor quality compared to here..." </span>At that, Felix shot her a look and she only shot him a cruel smile. He could pout all he wanted, but her sister was her ally and he was--well just a boy.<br/><br/><span style="color: #804000"><span style="font-style: italic">"You two are likely some of the cruelest women I have ever met,"</span></span>Felix muttered as another glass came before him. He was drinking just as fast as Thyra and Freya. The three of them looked rather peculiar to the public, all standing at the counter, drink after drink poured before them. If it had only been Felix, they would have just thought him to be some sullen, drunk lord--but with Freya and Thyra with him, it looked as if they were trying to out drink the other in hopes of forgetting their forced company. The women had the most attention, being in armor as they were and one of them being darker than any had seen before. Thyra was used to the stares, but it didn't make it any less annoying.<br/><span style="color: #8040FF"><br/>"What is it with these ivory people? They see a bit of onyx and worry themselves to death over it...tch..."</span>Thyra grumbled into her cup. She was human, too, didn't they know that? But perhaps it was better they thought her some colorful monster--perhaps then they would let her alone.