Duskfire Glacier all the stars are closer

ivarr's eyes soften as faust rejects his attempts at consolation. it was expected, and he concedes with the dip of his head, a smile playing on black lips. i know you do not. that is all he says on the matter as he strides forwards, past faust, to further inspect the lands he found himself in.

saying nothing just yet, but his gaze shows approval.

he turns his head over shoulder to reply, no anger in his voice, no conviction. only the strength that came in peace. thank you, he says, and then pauses, lips pressing into a firm line, searching for the hard words. you could have killed him. thank you for letting me be the one to.

there is great respect for faust. for his older brother.

he inhales a deep gust of air and then seeks to swiftly change the subject from such tense affairs. he had long since put out of mind the past. there was nothing in hrafnvaengr for either of them anymore, and fenris looked forward to a future in these lands. what do you call this place, brother?