Moonspear You are my summer

Wifi had appeared to have taken something of an interest in his mention of his dreams, and embarrassed Tev's gaze lowered ever so slightly. He hadn't ever really told anyone about his dreams, either. As it were, she wasn't wrong. They were extremely vivid and most of the time he was visited by Ragnar — though he wasn't aware it was his father's phantom. In reality, it probably wasn't really a phantom but some version of Ragnar created by his subconscious, perhaps given life by the effects that the Berserker mushrooms his father consumed in his youth had genetically upon his son. Yet, he had no way of explaining these things beyond what he knew: magic and Gods.

“Yes. Maybe not every night but most nights. There's this phantom I guess that's pretty constant in them. About the same size as me, except one half of his face is all scarred and he's missing an eye. He's pretty gruesome and ugly. He scared me at first, as a child, but I stopped being afraid of him when I realized that there are things in real life that deserve my fear.” He gave pause and then added, briskly, “Not that I'm afraid of bears anymore.” He'd conquered that with a reckless abandon that could have very easily gotten him killed. Luckily, all it got him was the wounds turning into scars on his muzzle; and that'd probably just been stupid luck.