Coconut Grove a shadow in the corner, just playing along

<3!

 

Kjalarr studied her thin expression with curiosity that he did not bother to stifle. Caiaphas was an enigma to him and one that he was contented to accept the knowledge that he would never truly understand. The never ending fascination was not something that Kjalarr perceived as a bad thing; simply because he was acutely curious about the world in general. Curiosity wasn't a bad thing and in the terms of the Allfather, it was what constantly fueled Odin. It was a small connection that he shared with the viking king god, and as Thistle had told it with his late father. Kjalarr was assuaged by Caiaphas' confidence in it, a swell of pride blooming within the confines of his broad and deep chest. He did not deign to break the natural silence that had settled between the pair then, simply continued breaking coconuts open for her and when she'd had her fill — he did not eat any simply because he was still unsure how he felt about them, fighting the urge to want to gorge himself on it's milky flesh or gag — he found the biggest one left that he could and took it back to Saltwinter for it's members to try, with the intent of directing them towards the territory should they end up enjoying the sweetness of the bizarre fruit.