call me a dreamer

A wall has gone up, and he's gotten too close. Viðarr can feel it, though such things usually elude him. This is something that... well, something he knows. He has sisters, after all. There are complicated family relationships at work, as always. The nornir would weave them all together in mysterious ways. Coming and going within a strange world, they all were. In particular, Urðr's ways could be the most mysterious of all. It only made sense. Fate herself... ah. Fate herself. That should tell all anyone needed to know on the subject.

They were amazing, and he could attest to that. The fact that they'd all made it here in one piece, hell, they were living proof. Celeste speaks of someone she needs to see, and the shadow nods softly. It was getting dark, but as long as she had somewhere safe to go, that was enough for him. He offers a soft smile, relaxing back to his spot on the broad marble beneath him. Yes, that was fair enough. "Do not hesitate, even if it's just for a story and a meal." Viðarr holds the concern of someone beyond his years. He's road-worn, and not wanting anyone else to feel that way.

Her touch is gentle, and one that surprises him. The shadow isn't terribly accustomed to contact with others, at least outside of combat situations. Still, he's warm in the way that he looks to the girl. "Thank you, Celeste." She was sincere, and it was something that he appreciated dearly. "Be safe, and be well." The words came forth as Viðarr offered the cat one last pat about the head. Yes, they absolutely needed cats around camp. Viðarr watches the girl until she's disappeared entirely into the low light of the evening.

"Viðarr"