Hallbjorn told himself that Kara held his hand only so that they would not lose each other in the crowd, but logically it was specious reasoning. He was so large that it would be nigh impossible to miss him . . . and with his immortally sharp senses and the pull he felt towards her, there was no way that Hallbjorn would lose Kara in the fairground.<br/><br/>They sat on the bleachers and watched the jousting. He watched without much interest; he had no fondness for horses and had only ever encountered ones large enough when some enemy warlord was mounted atop them, bearing down on him with some fell weapon in hand. It seemed to to excite Kara, and that was the important thing. Her excitement helped him to keep from losing himself to a negative spiral, and he used that to help him control himself, pushing away what he felt so that he would not bring Kara down by being a wet blanket or a stick in the mud.<br/><br/>She pulled him down to whisper in her ear, and Hallbjorn felt unworthy of her regard. Hallbjorn had his own failings and being near Kara made him feel more aware of them than normal.<br/><br/>He followed to where Kara pointed, and took in the sight. He stood up, and they walked over to get a closer look. The women performing were wearing bedlah decorated with brightly coloured beads and discs of metal painted with rich colours. The women moved their bodies well, in highly controlled movements of the upper body and hips. Their style was influenced by modern interpretations of the dance mixed with traditional steps, and each of the performers were very dedicated to their craft.<br/><br/>"Is that something that you want to learn to do?" The blond man asked the young woman. "This dance?" His eyes were not really upon the women. Their costume revealed a lot of skin and the dance displayed their curves to good effect, but the tall immortal was focused upon Kara. With his fated female at his side the only way that another would have his attention was by magic or if she were some sort of threat to Kara. He felt strongly and deeply for her in a way that was not rational and was potent despite how little they knew each other. His hand was still entwined in hers - his big hand large enough to swallow hers up entirely.<br/><br/>The man thought about Kara dressed in a bedlah outfit. He thought her upper body in the fitted upper garment with strings of beads designed to lure the eye, and a fitted skirt resting low on her hips and slit all the way up the side. It was all too easy to imagine her body undulating to music for his viewing. The Berserker glanced over at the dancers. He would not allow Kara to dance like that in front of other males. He looked down to where he held her hand, cutting off the urge to tense possessively. She was not his. The grey threatened to spill into his eyes but Hallbjorn kept it at bay.<br/><br/>"Tell me about things that you like, Kara." He said. He had an idea, but he wanted to hear it from her. It was more appealing to hear it from her lips than just what he had witnessed while guarding her in secret. "I saw things while I watched over you, but to know from your lips is better."