we are the storm and the wicked inside
Iðunn
Cooperative
01-02-2022, 08:58 PM
Stoic. Stolid. Though Viðarr didn't necessarily mean to be, it was far more difficult to express his emotions than he could really imagine. Their upbringing as children had been... turbulent. Even after his older sister had swept them away, some things were hard to let go of. She'd done well to spirit them off on an adventure, and he was grateful for that. The larger reasons... well, he didn't need to know. What he didn't know, in this case, would certainly hurt him. Víðarr had done well without much hurt thus far. Probably best to keep it that way. The shadow hadn't been in place for long when Iðunn joined him. She was lighter on her feet, but not entirely imperceptible when it came to the strange, marbled grounds here. There would always be a clicking of nails here. Strange, but fascinating. All of it had been strange, since their arrival, and he's found himself more enchanted by it than he cares to admit. The priestess crossed to his side with a gift. Víðarr offered a grateful smile-- though he was full grown now, the boy still ate like you wouldn't believe. "Share with me," the words were gruff, equal parts invitation and command. Iðunn always looked so thin, and the shadow knew not if it had to do with the fineness of her bones or something else. Víðarr is not cold with his blood, but the shadow is quiet by nature. VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits. |