Stavanger Bay Life's a little sideways

Floki was vague with the details of Wildfire's departure and a frown pulled at Kjalarr's scarred muzzle as he contemplated those words. The Wildfire that left Moonspear and his twin didn't sound like the Wildfire that he had known — the one that he remembered. She had seemed to be in love with Floki enough to Kjalarr but the viking had to remind himself that some time had passed since his departure from the Moonspear and he had no idea what had transpired. Regardless, there was nothing he could say or do to fix it and though he felt like he should have readily had something comforting to say to Floki the truth was that Kjalarr had nothing. Besides, he deduced after a second of thought and an errant swivel of his ears that perhaps there was nothing for him to say.

“I'm sorry to hear that. I know how much she meant to you,” Was what Kjalarr settled for not wanting to come off as insensitive but wondering if after he spoke his attempts at sympathy might have only potentially made things worse. He wasn't very good at “comforting” or anything of the sort; and he'd always felt a little awkward about conversations that involved talking about feelings (even his own). “Of course,” Kjalarr was quick and eager to agree, offering his brother a grin as Floki brought up about meeting again soon. “I would like that very much.” The viking admitted softly, genuine with his words. It felt good to rebuild what he had through previously burned beyond repair between them. Things hadn't been right since he'd been swept away by the sea but this was much further than they'd gotten even before and Kjalarr was excited at rekindling what had been lost between them since they'd been small children.