Everything Ends (Ebony Meeting)
05-11-2015, 06:04 AM
She couldn't say that she'd expected Kapra to show up with the greatest of decorum - he was by nature irreverent and at times thoughtless, a child of Loki if ever she'd seen one, and though she accepted him for what he was she should not have expected the same of all here. In hindsight perhaps she should have waited for a better time to attempt to integrate her vikings into the grieving pack, but she as much as Kapra was not always heedful of Alacratians' soft ways. Truthfully, she was please (if rather surprised) that this youngest daughter of Raisa showed such spark and verve as to so viciously attack someone for - albeit unknowingly - offering such insult to her newly deceased brother. Had Kapra not been taken so off guard by it himself he may have been able to appreciate it himself but at times he was as moody and mercurial as the god she was convinced had fathered him during the blót he was conceived in and it seemed this was one of those times. Katja refrained from interfering between the two of them, as they tangled and broke apart quickly, spitting foul words back and forth before Kapra stalked away bleeding. She made no move to stop him in his current mood; Kapra was no fool and was just as capable of finding himself medical care as she was, and he would return to Yfir or not as he chose to. She was not his mother nor his god to command his undying loyalty, and if he chose to remain in his wandering ways she would not gainsay him. "That is enough," she said simply, her voice low but her tone a cool reprimand. "What is done is done. Sigmarr passed from this world to the next as any true warrior would wish to, and he is beyond insult or reproach. Grief is for the living - the dead have no need of it. So there are moments we must set it aside for a time in which to make decisions and to move forward with clear heads." A sigh fell from her muzzle, her voice softened, her thoughts slipping to the lakeside where two barrows lay side by side, two of the few people in this world she'd ever felt any attachment to. "It is not always an easy thing. It is the burden of the living to bear." She slipped from a growing melancholy back into a cool business like demeanor with what might appear ease, borne of long years of loss and experience. She surveyed the pitiful few who remained there yet - a tattered remnant with which to start a pack, but they would be the stronger for it. "If you choose to remain in Yfir you will be welcome. If you do not, if you choose to leave these lands I wish you good fortune in your travels. Go, mourn your brother. Or stay if you like and seek a place among the warriors or healers. I will hold you here no longer." Though she reminded herself she was not Kapra's keeper, her gaze strayed to the path he'd taken away from the gathering - once she had concluded her business here she would need to track him down to make sure he was all right. He was, after all, all that remained of the Finnvi family past her and Laufey. Losing him would be a serious blow to an already faltering family. "" |
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