Stavanger Bay afternoon rays

they are young, kjalarr drawls with a low snort. i was the same way, once. worse, probably. if age had given him one thing, it was patience. an understanding he had definitely not harbored as a hot blooded youngster. he could be that rutheless again, surely, but he also understood he did not have youth to back him up. he would not heal as quickly, now. he was not as fast as he'd once been. injuries, depending on severity might put him down for a while.

that is good, kjalarr speaks, contented to know there was no trouble in his brief absence. i do not think i'll take such a long trip again. at least, not while we are still unestablished. his place was here, after all.

as far as handling situations went, i take them as they come and decide best how to handle them as the circumstance calls for. it was easier that way, he found.