drink to the power

The chuckle that comes over the man is hearty, warm. "I remind myself of the why, it's the only way to stand them." The viking king lets go a gentle sigh, chin resting against the broad, warm stone. His tail flicks at his haunches, the fondness on his face something he doesn't bother hiding. Allowing himself to relax, a friendship among his most precious. The why... it's not just the children, and he wants that much to be clear. They'd all worked hard to get this far, and he was going to do his damndest to make sure they could enjoy it.

"Her name was Audra, I met her traveling. It was her guidance that helped me in some of my early navigation here." There was divinity in all of them, but it seemed Audra had gotten a little extra. Though the loss is heavy in his chest, death is as much a part of life as any of them. Still, Víðarr feels old. Older than usual, as he tilts his head to the side, temple resting lightly against Kiela.

"What would you say, if I asked you to move closer for the winter? Right across, near us, and Valtiel too?" It's a gentle question, perhaps testing the waters. While he knows and respects the woman's nature, Víðarr aches with the losses of the last season. Whatever the remainder of the year would bring, he needs her close, now more than ever.

"Víðarr"