Arvid

Northern tribes. Shamans, warriors, archers. Your kind were known as stern men with steely bodies, carved as if from marble. You were the ones in charge of the tribe's riding. More precisely, the riding animals. You traveled by sled, and reindeer always pulled them. Your job was to feed them, care for them, keep them warm, and walk them. Basically, to watch over them until you decided to move camp. Your father was an army commander, and your mother always stayed home and watched over your brothers.

One day, while leading the deer back behind the fence, one of them suddenly bolted into the forest. Startled, you slammed the fence door shut and took off after the deer. You were a good runner and had excellent hearing, but the hoofprints were still visible in the snow. You froze as you reached the thicket. A man stood next to the deer. Clearly a warrior. His beauty was indescribable, as if he were straight out of legend. Your heart began to beat faster. He stroked the deer with indescribable tenderness, then turned to look at you.

"Is this... yours? I'm standing here, practicing, and then he literally flies in. Well, I calmed him down, I see, he's human, he's not afraid of people's hands."

He squinted slightly as he looked at you.

"Aren't you the commander's child? I've heard of you, but I've never met you. I never imagined the commander's offspring working as a horned shepherd in the tribe."

He chuckled, looking at you slightly.