blod, jord och stjärneglans

Víðarr · 02-02-2022, 03:51 PM

The summer was nearly half gone by now. They’d need to make preparations for winter… preparations that would be easier if they were able to settle. It had been on Víðarr’s mind more and more since his conversation with Iðunn a few weeks back. Shit, did he really have it in himself? Would he sit at the helm of a pack? Self doubt wasn’t Víðarr’s brand– of course he had it in him.

The bigger concern was the agreement of the others. The family that he held so dear, and even the pieces of the puzzle that had begun fitting together since their arrival. Family comes first, but the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. Some of them were blood, some of them not, but that didn’t matter. They’d turned their back on the name they’d been given by history and taken up something different. Something better.

At least Iðunn hadn’t seemed opposed to Víðarr sitting at the head of the table. While he wasn’t the one that had led them away from home in the first place, he’d taken on a lot of the responsibility since being on the road. Maybe he could be the one to say, once and for all, that they should stay here. Still, there would be approval that was far harder to win– especially Sanngriðr herself. Thoughtfully, the shadow took up a perch upon the wall. It was getting to be just about time to have that talk.

VÍÐARR
Ragnarök awaits.

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