Mountains made of clouds

Víðarr · 12-06-2022, 06:51 PM

They were in the same orbit, it seemed. If Víðarr was to be so bold, he'd figure they were cut from the same cloth, as well. Self sufficient wanderers, not accustomed to relying on anyone for anything. The lonesome sort, but maybe not intentionally. Their lifestyle was something that most wouldn't get, and maybe that was why Víðarr was so at peace near her. It was with Kiela, the shadow felt like he had nothing to prove. Without something to prove, he could simply be. There's fondness in the way he softly reaches out to bump his muzzle against her shoulder, but the movement is slow and telegraphed enough, an invitation to dodge away from it if she'd like.

An uncomplicated friendship for two complicated souls. Here, the shadow finds refuge. The silence hung easily between them, though he has questions about how things went with the altar, it can wait. For now, the silence could be golden.

Kiela's question comes first. Víðarr nodded softly, considering his answer. "For now at least. For the first time, I am alone here," the words are soft. Rarely would he volunteer such information, but with Kiela, it's safe. "Your herd, they travel north in the winter?" It's a gentle question, she knew the caribou better than anyone he'd ever met. "Do you make plans beyond that?" Maybe the question isn't phrase in the best way, but it's what Víðarr can put together for now. Any moment he steals a glance at the woman, his gaze is gentle on her face.

Through the stillness of the morning, they continue on.

"Víðarr"

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