call me a dreamer

Her anguish doesn't quite go unnoticed. It's one that Viðarr himself can relate to. The heartsickness that came with leaving the only home you've ever known, stepping away, stepping into the unknown. He's no good at comfort, but he wouldn't let the girl be alone. No, not unless she wanted it. A caretaker by nature, taking in wanderers and strays-- hospitality is the way of his people. So it goes when the gods walk and live among you, and can show themselves as anyone, at any time. Though the girl is different, she's also the same. More than she knows, more than he shows, they are similar.

Celeste, she was called. She complimented his storytelling, and he dipped his chin in thanks. "It is good to meet you," the words were genuine. Still, it's a bit harder for him to speak his own words, instead of relying on his stories as a crutch. Social interaction can be hard sometimes. That's alright, though. Viðarr is alright.

The girl can be nosy, that's alright. Viðarr was grateful that he didn't have to guide the conversation in a language that he didn't quite understand. "My siblings, my cousins, are here too." He affirmed. There was a comfort that came from not being alone. "My older sister led us, we came for adventure." That was what he knew of the situation, and it made sense. The shadow and his people were adventurers by nature, and adventurers they would always be.

"We have decided we are staying," Viðarr began, carefully wading through words that he didn't necessarily understand. "I will lead, but family is circle," no, those words weren't quite right. The shadow's brow furrowed for a moment, sorting out how to say what he meant in the common tongue. "Ah, look," in a bit of dust that had settled on the marble, Viðarr drew a circle. At the top, he drew a singular outward pointing arrow. "If only one pulls like this, the circle is no more." Around the circle now, he drew arrows pointing outwards. "If all pull, like this, the circle is even stronger." As he finished speaking, he looked to the girl. "Is making sense?" Right, check for understanding. The shadow wasn't always the best at explaining his thoughts. They were all of equal importance.

"Do not worry, Celeste." He offered a smile. If anything, she was good company and he got to work on his English, it seemed like a win-win. For so long it had only been the company of family. He couldn't help but he grateful there was someone else out here. "You are alone here?" It may not have been the most tactful way to put the question, but it got the job done. Viðarr couldn't leave the yearling out here on her own, too protective in nature. Celeste reminded him of his sisters, of his cousins... he'd only hope someone well meaning would do the same for them, in the same scenario.

"Viðarr"