Neverwinter Forest The beams of first light [Birth (M)]

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Maude drew towards him and though it brought with it some guilt he did not chase her away as she nuzzled the junction between his shoulders, her tongue soothing against his flesh. He should not have allowed it, especially knowing Maude’s feelings for him and his unknown stance on his own feelings for her but he did not have the energy to chase her off. His grief for his daughters was fresh, shadowing his joy for his surviving son. He stared out at a random tree, unseeing wondering if Odinn welcomed them to the hall of Valhalla where under Ragnar’s guidance they would grow tall and strong. Live the life in Valhalla they did not get the chance to live in Midgard. It only seemed fair: it only seemed right. One day, he would be reunited with those he had lost but a day far from now. He was young and his saga was a long one, surely, for there had been numerous times already it could have been brought to it’s end.

“Torgeir,” Kjalarr called to his younger brother, using the name he had bestowed upon the young Frostfur at his request, his pulling him from the shadows of his monochrome world. “Only one survives. A boy. My son.” There was a pull of Kjalarr’s terse lips: a phantom of a smile that did not even really resemble one. “My daughters are…they are in Valhalla now.” He had to convince himself that he had, indeed, made the right decision. That there was no healer in the Wilds that could have aided them. They would have died on their own and suffered all the while. Taking their lives had been a kindness. Before Kjalarr could speak, Ondine answered having neared the mouth of the den and he shifted slightly, giving her room to exit if she wished though he cast a forlorn and worried look at his son who without their warmth would succumb to the cold. “Torgeir,” Kjalarr responded to her question. “my brother,” He did not wish to call Cypress by his given name anymore and only hoped that Ondine would be able to put two and two together for Kjalarr hadn’t spoken of his and Cypress’ talk out of respect for the boy’s privacy. “This is Maude. She helped me bury my daughters, she’s a …friend.” Though he wasn’t sure that was the correct word for Maude, but their relationship was so confusing to Kjalarr that he struggled to find a correct word to use to call what Maude was to him. “Would you like to meet your nephew?” Kjalarr asked the dark Frostfur hoping that if he agreed Ondine would not mind.

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