hold the heathen hammer high

Silent understandings build men like the ones before you. Quiet suits them, and needless words only server to muddy the waters. No, something was very, very clear between the pair. Comfort in silence, despite being near strangers. Comfort in the way they both fill the space around them. Understanding. Viðarr is grateful for this understanding. Much would remain unsaid, and yet here they stood. Companionable.

"No, but the time needs to be right to make change." The words were careful, measured. Víðarr spends his nights thinking about this, and the quiet moments that he steals on his own. He thinks about it when they walk, and when he hunts on his own. So much thinking, but rarely does he voice this plan. This opinion. These things that are rattling about in his head. "Until that time comes, I can make ah... meaningful connections here, at least." Carefully chosen words, though they feel strange on his tongue. Víðarr enunciates, feeling the foreignness of them as he speaks. He can only hope he's used them correctly, but then, it shouldn't matter too much. His companion would hopefully understand regardless.

"Viðarr"