ge mig frid

He hadn't been gone for long and yet... and yet. Things within the north had shifted, had changed. It didn't sit well with Viðarr. None of it sat well with Viðarr. There was something rumbling deep in the chest of the viking. Always a rumbling deep inside him, but this was something else. The north had gone from peaceful, desolate, to something... populated. It doesn't sit correctly. His gaze was sharp, focused, as he took everything in. Always focused. Viðarr would learn of all the shifts, all the changes in time.

Far above his head, there was the soft pattering of rain against leaves. It was peaceful enough, though not quite enough to bring inner peace. Viðarr would only find that in time. Surface calm. Inner turmoil. That's okay. Viðarr is okay, for now. The family was safe, Katla was safe, and he would... he would explain things later. For now, he needed to explore. He needed to regain his bearings within the north, and then reconnect with the family. They had plenty of time. A cloudy, lightly rainy afternoon, and Viðarr had all the time in the world to regain his footing within his home. All the things he needed to do before making his plan.

"Viðarr"