Just A Dream

Kaprasíus was certain that the gods were disappointed in the Finnvi clan. Not only had they lost their home, but they had let down the gods. Though it had been Katja that had lost the fight for Yfir, he took just as much blame. When one Finnvi suffered, so did the whole family; he was no exception. Still it surprised him that Katja was his closest companion, but he had pledged his full allegiance to her and though he was not the greatest of men, he would not go back on his word -- not to his flesh and blood. Once, he was certain she would've killed him if she had known just how close he had gotten with Jaeger, if she knew what he had witnessed the night that his two siblings had been slain...

But that was all behind them now.

The heavy mist of the forest shielded them from wandering eyes, encasing the land in an eerie sort of state. This place was dark, compared to the lands around it -- tendrils of sunshine fought to penetrate the heavy fog that hung high above the treetops, a difficult task even in the midst of day. Kaprasíus would follow his cousin with no hesitation, trailing absently behind her, scouting the forest silently. What plan the gods had for them, of that he was uncertain, but what he did know was that they would show him a sign.

They always had.

But what he didn't know was that it would come in the form of a small, silver-furred child. Slowly Katja would appear in his vision and he would hurry to trail behind her, assessing the scene silently. It took merely a moment for Katja to lay claim upon the girl and immediately a devious smirk would toy at his lips. "Für uns zu halten?" he would inquire under his breath, all but ignoring the orange woman who lingered nearby, knowing nothing of her. "Oder werden wir sie verkaufen?" Softly he would snicker. Perhaps they had grown soft? Was this why the gods had frowned so obviously upon them? Perhaps they ought to return to their roots and become they vikings they had been taught to be. If this was Katja's plan, he would be more than happy to oblige.

But the girl would not fight. Her posture quickly became submissive and she would follow Katja's orders, rolling to expose her belly before standing upright and coming toward her slowly. Amusement danced in the man's emerald stare as he slowly drew himself up to Katja's left side. "What a good girl," he would coo with glee. "This will all be much easier if you don't struggle..." Though somewhat oblivious to Katja's plans, he had no doubt that she had something brilliant stirring behind that dark mask of hers.