above the surface it seems quiet and calm
aryn/seasonal
10-28-2022, 06:29 PM
The dogs saw her long before Viðarr did, carefully bristling from their hiding spots in the shadows. He knew that there was more activity in these parts than usual, with the festivities and all. Frankly, that's why he'd taken up here. The hustle of it all, though he was on the outskirts. Maybe he missed having company. The shadow liked a party, after all. This was different. This felt different. Still, the intrusion isn't all together unwelcome. He wouldn't have to be alone with his thoughts. He wouldn't need to be lost in his own head. There was someone else here, and the shadow wouldn't be left to wonder and worry about the fate of every soul he'd ever loved, and every soul single gods forsaken soul that was lost to him now. Right. None of that. However briefly, there was company in his midst.
How she'd managed to miss him was a bit beyond Viðarr, but he didn't mind nearly as much as he could have. More lonesome than usual, but at least there wasn't malice in him. Silvery blue gaze set upon the stranger, peering towards her curiously. "No more broken than they were already," an easy, comfortable smile spread across his features. His grasp on the common tongue was still shaky, but Viðarr was doing his best. Where his words fell short, he could only hope that his tone and his body language could make up for it. Carefully, he wiped the dirt from the leather, inspecting for any additional damage... not that he would have really noticed if there was any. The bracers were well-loved and well used, as it stood.
"Your foot, is it okay? These are sharp," concern comes, now, realizing that the strange woman could have also hurt herself in the process. Concerned that he'd inadvertently harmed her in the process of his repairs, yes. Still, he was also in the middle of his chores. The shadow could multi task, probably. Viðarr rose to his feet to check on the water beside the fire, looking to see if bubbles were rising to the surface. As soon as it began to boil, he'd be able to set about with his repairs.
"Viðarr"
How she'd managed to miss him was a bit beyond Viðarr, but he didn't mind nearly as much as he could have. More lonesome than usual, but at least there wasn't malice in him. Silvery blue gaze set upon the stranger, peering towards her curiously. "No more broken than they were already," an easy, comfortable smile spread across his features. His grasp on the common tongue was still shaky, but Viðarr was doing his best. Where his words fell short, he could only hope that his tone and his body language could make up for it. Carefully, he wiped the dirt from the leather, inspecting for any additional damage... not that he would have really noticed if there was any. The bracers were well-loved and well used, as it stood.
"Your foot, is it okay? These are sharp," concern comes, now, realizing that the strange woman could have also hurt herself in the process. Concerned that he'd inadvertently harmed her in the process of his repairs, yes. Still, he was also in the middle of his chores. The shadow could multi task, probably. Viðarr rose to his feet to check on the water beside the fire, looking to see if bubbles were rising to the surface. As soon as it began to boil, he'd be able to set about with his repairs.
Total WC: 912
This character is unstable. Blanket TW for mental health themes applies to all posts.
Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.