Stavanger Bay dark before the dawn

Jorunn noted the continuous hum of vibrations as Charon chuckled, though the young legend had no word to associate the string of vibrations that escaped his elder brother's parted lips. There was a muffled undecipherable noise, Jorunn recognized it as a mimic to the noise he'd made. Eyes of inquisitive milky blue focused upon the bigger male, trying to determine what Charon was and if they were the same as he studied the shades of gray that made up Charon's shape. Only knowing color in his dreams, it was not something that Jorunn would even realize he was missing (until someone points out that grass is not varying shades of gray, nor trees, or flowers). The majority of words Charon spoke to Jorunn were lost upon the eldest twin, who had to tear his eyes from Charon — despite that it was rude considering Charon had not stopped talking yet — to affirm that Floki was not far. Jorunn's attention span was that of a gnat's as it was, but this behavior was not unusual for the identical twin. Jorunn poked his nose, with a lack of empathy, into the slumbering Floki's side, before, contented he looked back to Charon and loudly screamed (apparently also a lack of empathy for Charon's ears), “NUH!”.  Likely, Jorunn would have been able to mimic the word 'ma' as it was close to the few babbling attempt at words he could say, but he had to be defiant, of course.