Duskfire Glacier all the stars are closer

ivarr had suffered under a cruel father. he knew faust too had suffered under his father. faust had left, and ivarr had been left behind—but he does not blame his older brother for this. if anything, the sage warrior is happy to see that faust had thrived in the coming year.

he sees the tension in his body and his brows curl downwards above sea-glass eyes, watching him with something akin to pity. there is pride even after death. he speaks their mother's tongue, else risk things being lost in translation. common was fretful upon fenris' tongue; a calamity of accents and sounds that made no sense.

he steps closer, listening to the way the thick ice crumbles beneath nails that click against the cold. he looks at faust with warm, serene eyes. you have anger in your heart. he can see this. it makes a strong warrior. but anger can become rage. his voice fades to stillness. he decides to leave that there.

he turns to cast his eyes over the glacier in its entirety. broad, stretching, endless. our sister left sometime after you did; it may be a sensitive topic. he knows that faust and ragna had conflicting opinions over their father's family. she had left to be with him, and fenris had not seen her since. he huffs, blowing cold air from nostrils. i killed my father. then i went into self-exile; before the elders found out.

there's a bit of a mischievous, self-righteous grin on his thick snout then. slightly uncharacteristic for the man. you are a hard man to find.