Invocation

It seemed Kassander's strange concoction had elicited quite the interest, but he quickly grew distracted - no matter what sort of substance those containers held, he had plenty of fun in store with his own supplies. He would move slowly toward the buck that had begun to stir slightly near the water. Gingerly he would set down the bundle of jimsonweed weed he had collected on the journey home, his attention snapping quickly to Katja as the murmur of conversation died down and she began to speak. His gaze would find Hypnos, noting he seemed a bit somber, and he made a mental point to share some of his herbs with the boy.. surely it would lighten his mood, and there was no need to be drab on a night as fine as this one.

His eyes were wide as he watched Katja begin. He was no priest and he had never conducted any sort of official ritual in his life, and certainly never one as grand as a yearly blót. His chest swelled with pride for his family as Katja began; there was no one who could conduct such a grand blót, not in these lands. His expression was serious, though wavered slightly on the edge of excitement, as she addressed Yfir and explained the customs of such a sacrifice. Briefly he recalled when Auora had chosen to send herself to Valhalla, such a grand display of faith she had shown - this would not be nearly as solemn as that sacrifice, and he knew tonight would bring far more frivolous festivities.

The true meaning of words were likely lost on most of them. They were sacred and he made no effort to translate them, even to those who might not understand. Surely their tone would give away much of their purpose. Glee would fill his emerald stare as she tore into the stag's throat, watching as it's life-force drained in a crimson pool  onto the stones before them. Only when Katja's tail sent the blood upon his face would he move toward the stag as she had, leaning to lap at the creature's throat before swiping his muzzle through the blood, staining his face as he lifted his head to the sky to let out a brief, thankful howl to the gods on his own. He wanted to bathe in the sacrifice, to coat his coat in blood and entrails from the buck but he would contain himself, stopping when his face was coated and the viscous blood dripped from his jaws. His tongue would lash out, cleaning some of the liquid from his face, turning to Laufey as Katja stated they had one last thing to do.

It was a ritual he had seen before but had never conducted himself, yet he knew generally how it worked.  "I, Kaprasius Sigrunn Finnvi, step forward to claim him," he would state loudly. He would approach Laufey then, his eyes sweeping over him. He had already decided, long ago, that he was part of his family - making it true in the eyes of the god was simply the final step. Leaning toward him, he would lap at the space between his eyes, spreading another thin trail of blood, before wrapping his head around the larger man's neck.  "Before gods and men, this child is mine and I name him Laufey Finnvi. He is born now, before the gods, as a new man and a true member of the Finnvi family."  Finally he would pull away, releasing his nephew - was he considered a sort of son now, before the gods, as Jaeger had never claimed him as his own? - and offering him a wide grin.