Stavanger Bay dark before the dawn

Edited Ragnar out so this can be forward dated. :3

Jorunn could not yet hear well, though the vibrations had begun to take as sounds, though they were unintelligible to Jorunn, as foreign as nonsensical babble yet; but he could see. This sense in and of itself was basic, the shadows having begun to take form to clearer pictures but he was learning, slowly, how to make sense of it all. His sight, along with his littermate's had came to the day that Ragnar's body had been found. The lingering absence of his father had been felt at first but the young legend did not understand, and though it was unfortunate would eventually forget about Ragnar. If it were not for the likeliness that Thistle and his older siblings would tell stories of the deceased Jarl he would never mean anything to Jorunn at all. An empty name of a man that had once existed; and were that to happen it would not be a lack of apathy in the young stallion but because he could not mourn what he did not remember, of someone he'd never truly known. 

Jorunn blinked milky blue eyes upwards at Charon, craning his head back to stare up at him, studying his older brother fiercely. He was as big as a God to little Jorunn, who often found himself marveling at these larger beings. Someday he would be as big, though such a concept as growing up was lost upon him. Charon's words were lost upon Jorunn, but the determination and desire to respond was conquering as Jorunn let out a soft “Gah!” in response, something he would come to recognize as pride eventually, swelling in his chest as he offered his elder brother a boyish smile.