Neverwinter Forest there was a thousand storms in his eyes

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Ondine kept growing round as the weeks wound on and though Kjalarr's time around Lusca had been short his mental math, rough though it was, put him a week, perhaps two, until she gave birth. Gods, he wasn't ready. It had been a pressing weight upon his mind and it would continue to be so. Little did he realize that his fear and worry for his children would never ebb. They would come into the world (too soon) and his fear of how wrong he could raise them wouldn't stop it. He didn't know the first thing about raising kids. He didn't know the first thing about being a father. Yet...did anyone? Had Scimitar? Had Ragnar? Though the thoughts of his unborn children within his mate's womb consumed much of his thoughts so did his still grieving family and his responsibilities and duties as Alpha male. The latter were the easiest and Kjalarr worked through his mourning process when he threw himself into work and duty. So, to calm his raging thoughts he patrolled and he hunted for Ondine and the caches, and he tended to his leadership duties. When he was busy he wasn't thinking about other things and it was a welcomed relief most days.

Kjalarr had been forthcoming with his concerns to Ondine and though she had attempted to assuage him the viking was skeptical of anyone's council regarding his ability of being a father. He supposed, at the end of the day, that he would figure it out. Or he wouldn't. But he had no choice but to try because they were his children and though they scared him (ha) he ...loved them. It was a bizarre thing: to love something that he couldn't even see yet. Yet...yet he did. He felt a love for the babes within Ondine's womb though he did not yet know them. A fierce protectiveness and Kjalarr knew he would have to allow that to drive him. Perhaps some of this unchecked and unbidden protectiveness for his children had spilled onto his little brother. It was tricky and Kjalarr knew he would have to be careful with his affection and protectiveness over @Cypress so that it did not seem like he was attempting to be a father figure (because he was not).

It was his young brother Kjalarr sought now, not quite sure where to search for the young and grieving Frostfur. Thus, he sort of wandered aimlessly around Neverwinter Forest, not wishing to summon the boy from anything he might have been doing because this wasn't formal and Kjalarr only sought to check in on him, see how he was holding up.

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