where'd you go

*Ragnar* · November 24, 2014, 08:27 AM

Hope you don't mind me and Ragnar! <3 Also, I assumed that Charon was actually outside Stavanger Bay - but I will gladly fix it if I misinterpreted! :-)

Ragnar was failing, and he did not know what to do about it. Facing the realization that he did not have all the answers, that he could not manage to protect even Verrine and Julooke's children, let alone his own, two of whom had left as well, was destroying him. First Kevlyn had gone missing, though that was putting Ragnar's suspicions in an optimistic light, and now the girl, Liyani had either left or had been kidnapped. After realizing it, the Viking had became violently sick upheaving all of his supper until nothing was left but a sore and empty stomach that he did not bother re-filling, wondering how much stress and worry he could shoulder before it killed him; but Ragnar had hid it, secluding himself off from Gunnar, Thistle, Charon and Levi so that they might not know. Thistle would likely try to tell him that it had to do with his eye, but Ragnar knew that his missing eye had nothing to do with it. It was the worry for the children, children that he was supposed to care for, and so far he was doing a wonderful job at it. One was presumed dead and now one was missing. Of course, his failure as a foster father shouldn't have came to any sort of surprise since he was a massive failure as a father period. Gyda was gone and neither he, nor Thistle had any clue where. Again and again the Gods tested Ragnar's ability to overcome, but Ragnar was only mortal, and couldn't help but wonder, selfishly, why nothing could be easy. Just once. Ragnar had went out personally in search of the girl but had been unable to find her, and unable (and unwilling) to leave his pack for a long period of time he had returned empty handed, knowing that worse than anything he would have to face Charon and Levi's disappointment. “Freya og Frigg horfa yfir Liyani, þar sem alltaf hún kann að vera . Halda henni örugg og blessaður.” Ragnar murmured the prayer to the Goddesses hoping that they would hear and acknowledge his plea. At this point, turning to his Gods was all that Ragnar felt that he could do. The rest would be up to faith, and though it had been tested again and again his faith was still unbending.

The Scandinavian had been dutifully patrolling his borders when he came across the still fresh scent of Charon, heading out into the world beyond the Bay's borders. Horror and fear nearly froze the Northman in his tracks before, without a second thought Ragnar launched himself forward, luckily, finding the uniquely marked boy not to far from the borders, though this was likely only because the Ostrega boy seemed to have paused. Or rather froze. “Charon,” Ragnar called to his young ward, feeling like his heart was breaking for the child. It was not hard to piece together the puzzle. It was extremely likely that the boy had decided to try to find his missing sister, and probably parents though his parents were beyond the realm of living. Ragnar wasn't mad, more so he was relieved that he had found Charon before the boy had gotten too far. He would not lose one more child. He loved them as his own children, he realized, suddenly and sorrowfully. “I am sorry.” The Viking apologized to the young boy, his ears flattening against his skull as the wave of shame and failure surged through him once more.