Mountains made of clouds

Víðarr · 02-19-2023, 03:37 AM

Things that hung in the air between them were comfortable, stable. Steady. Víðarr is grateful for her, and her presence here. Things between the pair had been an easy understanding, seemingly from minute one. It felt good. More than good, it felt wonderful. Comforting. They didn't need words, and touch would do as well. It's a moment, and then they break apart. He's grateful for her.

She asks of his sisters, and he sighs softly. "The oldest ran off, I chased, we fell out," a shrug of the shadow's broad shoulders. "In time, the others will come back together and the cycle continues." Such was their way. Even if they were apart, they would come back together in the end. When the time came, Víðarr would have his fair share of explaining to do to them, but for now? For now he was walking with Kiela. For now he could be so incredibly grateful that she was here, by his side.

Kiela speaks of the reindeer, and where they tend to prefer. The forests, this makes sense to him. Softly, the shadow nods. Listening to her speak is a balm, in a way that Víðarr cannot put into words. For as much time as any of them would spend apart-- Kiela and her reindeer, Víðarr and his family, and the shadow would like to think himself and the woman by his side-- they would always return to each other in the end. Maybe the last one was a wishful thought, but he could hope. He could dream. Maybe he's romanticizing things in his own head, but there was no harm in that. "Are they well?" Víðarr's tone was gentle, and held genuine interest. Though he wouldn't try to take her away from them, from her purpose, it would be nice to keep her company for a while longer. Hell, even if she wanted to return to them, maybe she'd accept the company.

Maybe the thinking was wishful, once more. Still, Víðarr would savor the idea for as long as he was allowed.

"Víðarr"

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