Mountains made of clouds

Víðarr · 11-16-2022, 01:17 AM

There was something about her. Víðarr couldn't put his metaphorical finger on it, but it was something that drew him in. Captivated him, in a way that he chose not to admit or dwell on. He knew that he felt, but then, strong emotions were something that he would always allow to take him. He'd never learned to repress them, so he simply didn't. Though he allowed himself to feel freely, Víðarr was significantly worse at actually processing those feelings. Who had time for that? Really, the shadow was focused on other things-- namely, the weird shit happening this season and what the hell he was going to do next.

With the oncoming winter, the herds would be shifting north again. The shifting herds would hopefully bring him back into her orbit. Both of them wandering in the same direction, and Víðarr's gut feeling that their paths would cross again, sooner rather than later. He moved north through the ravine, acutely aware of his surroundings. At his back, a stiff autumn breeze, the crispness of the morning not lost on him. A good day to be alive, a good day to explore, a good day to simply be. He'd travel as far as the gods would take him today, making good use of the cool weather. Not far ahead, though, there was the sound of someone landing within the ravine itself. Whoever it was, they were concealed by a shallow corner, and it wasn't until Víðarr came closer that the figure came into full view.

A bit of a glimmer in his icy gaze and a warmth in his smile, Víðarr called out to her. "You make a good morning even better," maybe a little flattery, but that's okay. Hopefully he can get away with it. "Will you walk with me a while?" An invitation, as the shadow picks up a light jog, hoping to close the gap between them.

"Víðarr"

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