a storm is brewing

Charon barely listened to Gunnar's words as he said them. Everything just sounded like excuses, and the irrational youth wasn't looking for excuses. As a matter of fact, he wasn't really looking for anything in particular; he hadn't given that any thought. He'd just stormed over here to confront Gunnar. Looking for a fight, perhaps.

A snort escaped Charon when Gunnar said he'd begged his mother to bring everyone. "Bring everyone! This isn't our home, Gunnar! It's not your home! It's just someone else's home and you know you belong in Stavanger Bay! Your mother cries herself to sleep every night because you're not there! She hardly does anything but cry these days!" Well, that wasn't exactly true, but it didn't matter. She was unhappy, Charon could see that, and he blamed Gunnar for all of the pain Thistle Cloud -- his mother, too, even though he never called her that out loud -- was going through.