call me a dreamer

She understood. Viðarr nodded softly, a smile cracking his dark features. Yes, this was correct. "Each takes care of the others. Some day we may establish ourselves here, but it will always be a circle." The words were clumsy, but he spoke with conviction. Viðarr didn't need to be the best speaker, he didn't need to be the most eloquent-- he had the most heart. He could sit at their helm with his heart, and as a family they could handle the rest. "More than blood makes a family." He affirmed, happy to let the thought slip from his lips as it came.

She came alone. His forehead creased with worry. Celeste says that she can keep herself safe, and he doesn't doubt her. Still. "Just because you can doesn't mean you should have to, unless that's what you wish." The words were gentle, and Viðarr takes on the tone of a concerned father. He figured that he'd be good at that, some day. Concern comes easily to him, and he's a protector by nature... always had been. Always would be. The largest of his litter, the one that lacked fear. What was there to fear when the norns were on his side-- or at least, he thought they were.

"You are welcome to camp with us," Viðarr's offer was gentle. "At the least, join us for dinner." He smiled easily, never shifting from his relaxed posture. "My cousin Iðunn is an even better storyteller than me," the shadow spoke softly as he moved once more to pet the cat. Hospitality towards wanderers was a part of their culture that wouldn't be changed. They believed that the gods walked among them, living and breathing, and often came in the form of travelers or wanderers. It was only right.

"Viðarr"