sins of the father
07-30-2015, 11:45 AM
Since birth, the only thing he had known was devotion. To his gods and their world. It was for them that he lived, and he had no doubt that it was for them that he would die. And though he was unpredictable at best, his unwavering faith was a constant. He was likewise comforted in Katja's presence, knowing she was as much of a believer as he had ever met. A slight smile touched his lips as she spoke, despite her own stony expression, and his eyes would shine with a curious gleam. "Laufey?" he would reply gently, a rhetorical question - for what other nephews did he have? To his knowledge, Laufey was the only one. Succinctly she explained what was on her mind. He was not a Finnvi, not to the gods, even if the two of them considered him such. He nodded slowly, musing over her thoughts quietly for a long moment. Her concerns were valid. He had no interest in children, not right now, and he knew Katja had sworn herself to Freyja. The thought of her having children was almost impossible to imagine. His talk with Laufey had only further proved his initial feelings about the boy - he had Finnvi blood running strong through his veins. He was loyal and showed so much promise, certainly more than most of the wolves he had met in Alacritia. How could he possibly deny him this? "He will make our kin proud," he stated finally, firmly, with audible conviction. "I will do it. Shall we call him here now?" |