Firefly Glen in the name of carrying the world on your back

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In this moment Kjalarr was happy. He was happy that he was closer to Floki now than he’d been in Saltwinter, even if it meant he was closer to Charon whom, though he desired to smooth out the ugliness of the past between them, he was still at odds with, and he was happy that despite the trails and tribulations that they had gone through (most of which were Kja’s own fault) that they emerged stronger than ever. That Kjalarr was able to stand before his twin, his best friend and offer him the greatest honor that Kjalarr could think to give him and know that there was nothing else he wanted more than Floki to be the godfather of his children. There was a swell of emotion in Kjalarr as he noticed his twins’ smile and heard the confirmation that he accepted the offer. In that moment Kjalarr’s heart felt lighter, having weighed so heavily in his chest with fear, guilt and love for the beings that grew within Ondine’s womb; and that Floki knew it all: the good, the bad and the ugly. Kjalarr was not a perfect man, didn’t aspire to be. He only wanted it to be known that despite his mistakes he tried his best to make them right which was all he figured he really could do.

“Yes, that sounds good. No one should give you any trouble but just call for me and I’ll take you to them.” At least, no one had better not give Floki any trouble. Despite how much Kjalarr wanted to extend an invitation for Floki to simply enter the lands with his expressed permission at any time seeing as he was not the sole Alpha did not seem like a particularly fair thing to offer, and especially not without Kaskara’s permission so Kjalarr did not offer it. Even though, it would not be hard to mistake the twins for one another. If not for the ugly scars that marred Kjalarr’s muzzle they could physically pass as one another well enough. Personality wise: not so much. Floki was the kind of man that Kjalarr aspired to be, with a clear head on his shoulders and a warmth that drew everyone in to him as opposed to the …coldness, stubbornness or arrogance (or perhaps all three) that tended to drive a distinct and unrepairable wedge between Kjalarr and others (namely all of his biological family except for Floki). Hence why he always spoke of Floki as his better half.

For a moment Kjalarr hesitated knowing that the subject was probably touchy. “So, what about you Floki? Have you settled down?” Kjalarr didn’t add again knowing that the break of his and Wildfire’s relationship had to have been extremely hard on him. They had loved one another and to this day Kjalarr was still unsure of what had caused it, other than perhaps they had settled too young. Despite his hesitance out of respect for his twin he was curious and eager to not be so selfish in this conversation by making it all about himself (something that Kjalarr was also very good at).

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