Everything means everything

The shadow let go of a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding, upon hearing his name from her lips. It was hard to not fall into it. Music to his ears, the sun shining on his shoulders, it was all the same warm comfort. "We intend to stay," the words were quiet, and he followed the track of her gaze. "Even wanderers need somewhere to return to." The words were thoughtful. They'd been wandering for so long... Viðarr was tired.

He was patient as she groped for the right words, a feeling that he understood all too well. The common tongue here tasted funny, and he wasn't fond of it. Viðarr tipped his head to the side as he listened to her speak, taking in not just the words, but the way they flowed as she spoke. "What is the most beautiful place here?" Though the words weren't quite as artful as he wanted, it was good enough. Not generally one for vanity, Viðarr found himself curious. He'd fallen in love with these woods already, and to leave them would be discomforting.

"Do you have plans tonight, Kiela?" Ah hell, he'd just ask. Maybe he could sway her into hunting for seals, or showing him that most beautiful place. All Viðarr knew was that he didn't want to step away from her side. Not yet, at least.

"Viðarr"