Moving with the slinking gait of an escaped convict, Laufey slid along ravine's west wall. He stuck to the shadows; not because he needed the cover but because it suited his mood. The darkness enveloped him, blotting out the light and making, in his mind, the exterior match the interior. Vahva was dead, his moms were gone and he had no idea where his siblings were. Maybe they were gone too. Maybe they were dead.
The boy sat down hard. He hoped they weren't dead. Wherever his mothers were, as angry as he was with them, he hoped they weren't dead either. Seeing Vahva so empty looking had shaken him to the core. Of course he knew that the sickness was serious--why else would he hide in a den for weeks on end--but finding Vahva after she'd been claimed by it had made it all too real and so that, mixed with a desire to be alone, had forced Laufey to abandon his Valhallan bunker and take up wandering.
Lifting his face to the sky, Laufey stared up at the stars. Maybe it was silly, but he believed one of those was Vahva. Even though he wasn't 100% honest with himself in his reasoning, he knew believing it made her death easier to handle. Slowly his gaze returned to the path ahead. He could dwell on his surrogate's death all he wanted, but it got him no closer to where he wanted to be, and where he wanted to be was lost.
Standing, he shook out his coat and continued down the ravine, awash in shadows.
"Speech"
This character is prone to acts of EXTREME violence when provoked. If this makes you uncomfortable do not thread with him.
