make a citizen out of you

Víðarr was, in all honesty, glad that the kids were here. Even though some had relocated to somewhere warmer for the winter, family time was important. Delphi had become quite the handful lately... always keeping him on his toes. In Víðarr's mind, there was no better place for her. The child had a penchant for chaos, and the viking king needed to figure out how to cultivate that. Cultivate that chaos, hone it like a knife.

There was also the recent attack on his favorite grandchild, one that weighed heavily on his mind. He would need to track down the asshole who'd hurt her, longed to make them pay. Víðarr would not rest until he got his pound of flesh, no matter who'd dealt her the wound. It was the list of things to handle. While the most pressing matter was surviving the winter in the harsh climate, they were pretty good on that front. The successful raid on Avalon had certainly helped, and another one would be soon on the horizon.

The shadow spent the morning doing chores-- tending the animals, patrolling, the like. It was peaceful here. He could be at peace here, for as much peace as the shadowy viking could get. Víðarr had requested the presence of his favorite grandchild, though it was a meeting he wasn't thrilled to have. Important, but heavy. He was surprised to find Delphi already waiting, curled up on his bed. The viking king sat at the foot of his bed, gaze falling softly on Delphi. "Is something bothering you, my lamb?" Tone gentle, wanting nothing more than for her to feel safe. He cares.

"Speech"