Moonspear this is the art of breaking

Tev waited, shifted his weight once and took some time to process the knot forming in his stomach at the sound of soft, approaching footfalls. It was nervousness. There had been no nerves upon coming in contact with his twin and Charon ...but then again he hadn't expected to come across them on a mountain. Or spire. Or whatever it was. Tev wasn't too concerned with giving it a name beyond Moonspear. He was reluctant about it, stubbornly clinging to Stavanger Bay despite how ironic it might have been. He had been absent for the move and it seemed that this was where he would be if he wanted to attempt to rekindle his lost relationships. Would she be disappointed by what he'd become? Would she hate Scimitar and Bazi as Charon had? No — at least this was what Tev wanted to believe. Surely, his mother would not strike out so childishly and think that he was brainwashed as Charon had.

Thistle stepped out into the clearing and for a moment Tev's breath caught in his throat as her monochrome form emerged from the shadows. “Hey, mom,” He greeted her, his nervousness evident in the slight tremble to his voice. So far, so good, but he held his breath with anticipation. A moment of hesitation was given, visible in his entire demeanor before he drew in a shallow breath and left it out. “Not that anyone else has listened but I don't...uh go by that name anymore. I go by Tevinter ...or Tev...or even Kjalarr if...if it's better.” but not Jorunn. Jorunn had ceased to fit the man he'd become and he'd shed it and he was stubborn to stick to it even if everyone else (Charon) ignored his wishes.