call me a dreamer
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12-27-2021, 07:07 PM
Víðarr had slipped away from his family, settled as they had been around the strange wall. He needed to clear his head, and really get to thinking. This place... it really wasn't so bad. As time passed he missed home less and less, but grew more road (and world) weary. Was it time to put down roots for real? Was it time to find somewhere new to call his home? That seemed right. He thought too, of his older sister. Would she not want to rest? Would she not want to stay still for a while? Víðarr worried about her, as he did. Things had been hard for her always, and he wanted to change that. Gods he so badly wanted to change that. In the fading daylight, the shadowed man stood at the edge of the marble wash. It looked like it wasn't even... wasn't even part of this world, really. Something else, something different. Being out at dusk might not be the best choice, but it was one Víðarr would make none the less. Exploring would still do him well. There was no fear to him, and he wasn't worried. Walking the path of the gods, he could take bold steps through the ancient riverbed and not worry. Confident. Easy. Víðarr had it easy, with his steady gait and even stride. Within the marble wash, he steadied and then slowed. Sitting carefully on his haunches, the man simply say and looked. Before him the sunset seemed to bathe the entire world in otherworldly finery. A sunset most golden, and most gorgeous. Víðarr decided that today was okay. VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits. |