 Horses Forever! l l Writer for Life l Yearbook alumnus
Noel grinned as he got up, remembering a certain rune that stood out to him the previous night when he was flipping through the text book. One that reminded him of his parents somewhat.
"Isaz," he stated. "Or basically ice."
His grin widened as he looked up at his teacher. A viking!
"Yes, please can I have a beard! A red one? And proper armour and helm and all? We get like fake viking helmets in Dublin, they have like viking tours for tourists you know, but I'm going to have a real one now!" he blabbered on, excitement bubbling over inside him. Then, he paused, his gaze suddenly growing just a tad suspicious.
[b]"It is going to be a real viking helmet not a fake, riiiiight?"[/b]
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