Scraping Through

Víðarr · 12-20-2023, 05:00 PM

Missing. His adopted daughter was still missing. Víðarr could feel the ache in his ribs with each passing day. With the coming of spring and Tama's return, they had no further word. He and Cyanide hadn't seen her either. The knot in his stomach grew and tightened... though it was hard to pull the viking king from the mountain, he knew he needed to search for himself. Where had they taken her? Where had she gone? Each night, he prays the gods watch over her. Each day, he stays keen for any information, any news that could come his way. Though this was supposed to be a time for celebrating, Víðarr admits that he doesn't feel very... celebratory.

If they hadn't seen her between Ashen and the Maw, then he'd need to start out farther than Ashen. Start farther, work outwards. That's what's pushed him as far as Silver Island. A sour mood hung about his shoulders as he dragged himself from the sea. Víðarr shook the saltwater from his coat, sending it flying in all directions. The mountain of a man is tired, but he can't stop. As soon as he catches his breath, he tips his head back and calls for his daughter. A call that starts deep in his chest, designed to carry. Nearly a roar, frankly. "Celeste!" Víðarr calls, beginning to move in farther from the beach. Where was his daughter? Where was anyone who'd seen his daughter? Fuck.

"Víðarr"

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Scraping Through

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Víðarr