Everything means everything

Víðarr · 01-08-2022, 03:51 PM

Change. Change was good, or at least, it was meant to be. Víðarr had known almost nothing other than change in the time that had passed between last midsummer and now. The constant shifting and changing and travelling... it was nice, but their people weren't nomadic. Any time they went somewhere, they were meant to be able to come back. They didn't have anywhere to go home to. Not anymore... not the fugitives. They'd snuck off, and they couldn't return. Víðarr was growing tired. They'd whispered about staying here, remaining here... it was sounding better and better. Still, he'd have to know how the entire family knew about it before making a decision for real.

Footsteps. They weren't far off, actually, and they were coming closer. Víðarr paused, breaking focus from his track on the reindeer. That was fine, there was plenty of food out here... but who else was out here? He heard the huff, and his gaze tracked in the direction of the sound. Good afternoon, the words came, but the accent... the accent. Though it maybe should have made the shadow's blood run cold (if they'd been tracked, they'd be in massive trouble), instead it was a balm to his senses. Though not the same, or even as similar as his brain was encouraging him to believe, it was familiar. His gaze settled on the woman, trying to mask the surprise that had broken through. "Good afternoon," the words were breathless as he returned them. Víðarr was staring, maybe uncomfortably so. It took him a moment to break through to himself. "I'm sorry-- your accent I..." he didn't really have a good explanation, only that it was more familiar than anything he'd heard since leaving home.

VÍÐARR
Ragnarök awaits.

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