It was pretty average day, all things considered. Slava woke up, then woke her brother, and they went on their merry way to find a duel or a viking party to join. Personally, Slava was looking for a duel today. She was aching to fight, antsy in a way that could only be solved with a tussle.
She could fight her brother, sure, but he had huffed at he and pushed her over when she suggested it, laying his fat body on her until she gave up and said she would find someone else to fight. "You're getting fat, you lazy thing," She told him, and he shrugged and slumped against her for a while until she got up and walked away.
He, of course, dutifully followed her. A Viking would be better, he thought, but he kept it to himself. They would join a band later, today was a day to let his sister let out her passions. He just hoped they found someone willing before Slava got frustrated - then he would have to spar anyway