(J) it has begun

To Nazara, what he had asked for was no different than what some wolves did: joined with the guise of being a fixture in the pack only to vanish a week or two, or even months later without so much as a word. At least, unlike them, Nazara was up front about what he wanted, and what they could expect from him in the foreseeable future. Even so, the Amazon Viking had no interest in arguing with this woman about it. It would seem that Freyja and Frigg had smiled upon him this day, for it soon came about that the half uncle that he sought happened to be this woman's husband, and likely the leader of this pack as well. There was a part of Nazara that felt a rush of relief to have found him so fast, but he was also filled with trepidation at meeting him, as well. After all, the only Uncle and Nephew experience he'd ever had, had been with Váli and each time the two had came into contact with one another had been extremely unpleasant. Váli treated Nazara as he treated Dagrún: like someone's steaming pile of feces he'd stepped in; though it was long since determined by Nazara that if Váli had, had a shred of intellence he wouldn't push Dagrún around like he did for Nazara's father was larger and stronger than the currently crowned Jarl of Odinn's Cove.

“Right,” Nazara was skeptical about Ragnar being pleased to meet him. “You'll have to excuse my skepticism. My experiences with my known half-uncle were anything but great.” Nazara told her bluntly, hoping that she did not take it rudely, but in the end she could take it however she wanted. He had stopped caring if he insulted others because it seemed that all anyone ever did was insult him. Like being called a “half breed” wasn't insulting enough. He would have never fully been accepted into the Cove, and though there was no question of being accepted into Coatl's Rise, he did not want to subjugate himself to being a slave. Why were those his only options? Why did he have to settle for those or nothing else? He didn't. He wouldn't.

“Yes, Dagrún is my father,” Nazara responded slowly, confused as to how this woman knew of him. “Do you know him?”