Hallbjorn dressed casually. He wore jeans and a t-shirt. The t-shirt was, in a change of pace, a deep purple garment. The jeans were a solid black without a hint of the colour fading. They were not tight, either, and fit loosely at his hips and legs. He cinched the jeans at his waist with a plain black leather belt. He donned a pair of running shoes that were all black as well - the things had come from a specialty store for the big and tall like everything that Hallbjorn owned that was not custom-made. Many Lore males were very tall and large, though, so there was a strong market for items made in their sizes and several species had tradesfolk who made their living by catering to the need for humongous shoes and clothing items.<br/><br/>The backyard had never really struck Hallbjorn as anything but a liability. The security concerns were all that entered his mind about it, but they had never truly weighed upon him because he did not care that much about his own safety. It was his preference to let anyone who would dare to invade his home to get within arm's reach, because that was where Hallbjorn was best able to handle enemies. Maybe now it bore revisiting. A ward on the walls, at least. More money for the witches. Somewhere, a witch gave an involuntary wriggle of joy at the money they did not know they were yet to make.<br/><br/>It pleased Hallbjorn that Kara enjoyed the backyard, however. He looked at the happiness writ on her face and felt lighter. The blond male looked around and tried to see it the way that Kara did, but he did not feel moved to enjoy the place the way that she did.<br/><br/>"I am glad that it pleases you." The tall man said to his mate. "Are you prepared to begin?" Hallbjorn asked Kara. He felt some trepidation; there was very little that he could do to help her learn how to use her gifts. Both sides of her heritage were alien to him. There was no wisdom that he could impart to her about what she was about to undertake, and the knowledge that the most he could do to help her was to open a vein if she grew tired so that she could replenish her strength with his blood was hardly a comfort.