Moonspear words are weapons

The tensions that had simmered between them had soothed and released. Some of it remained in the uncertainty surely shared by Charon and Floki, but also in the uncertainty within Tevinter himself. Kjalarr; the rumbling voice of the phantom echoed in his mind, chilling in it's ability to command in hushed tones, gravely and otherworldly — because the phantom of Ragnar Loðbrók that haunted Tevinter's dreams (and sometimes waking world) was no longer of this world. He existed corporeal in the hall of Valhalla, yet he also lived on. In the legacy he left behind, in Tevinter; in all of his children. For while it may have, currently, held no meaning to Tevinter, he was a Viking and the young Völva would know his true destiny in time.

Charon had drawn nearer again, offering a head bump against his shoulder. Tevinter accepted it with a lick to the underside of the older boy's chin. Charon held the authority here and while Tevinter did not agree with most of what his older brother had said (and was still miffed about the insults thrown his way), he recognized the authority, and accepted the peace offering. It was something that Tevinter felt as yet unstable. They did not know one another and that instability was to be expected. Charon spoke up then, breaking the silence that had settled over the group, causing Tevinter's eyes to leave his twin whom he'd offered a small smile to, announcing that they should call their mother. 

Something stirred within Tevinter's heart: something akin to excitement, anticipation and perhaps a small dose of fear. Would she react as Charon had? So ready to cut down those that had came to matter to him? Those of whom, without, Tevinter would have died? Would she insult him, too? Or would his appearance only make her depression worse? Kjalarr: the nourisher; the protector. “Let me say my goodbyes and we can surprise her on my return.” To Tevinter, this was a better option. It wouldn't take him too long to get back to Jade Fern Grove and he didn't plan on extending out his goodbyes for longer than they needed to be.