Ouroboros Spine my father bleeds history

Ku, we can fade out with your next post if you'd like and just assume they exchanged life stories. :)

Viggo listened as they chatted with each other. Although perhaps "chat" wasn't the right verb to use, considering how uncomfortable each of them seemed in each other's presence. It hurt to know that they were at odds, considering both of them were important to the Ostrega. Despite all the tension (that could have been cut with a knife, it was so thick), neither of them lashed out in any physical or verbal way. After a few back-and-forths about family, Ptarmigan excused herself, and Viggo returned her broad smile with one of his own. That, at least, was promising. Even if she and Mordecai were on rocky terms, she did not seem to hold it against Viggo.

Once she had departed, he turned back to Mordecai. "So, tell me everything," he said, settling down on his haunches, "Then I'll tell you everything." They certainly had a lot of catching up to do, and Viggo was more than ready to listen to either the short or the long version of Mordecai's tale.