where'd you go

When Charon insisted that he hadn't been angry with Ragnar, the Viking, in the interest of not arguing with a child, let it go with a shrug of his broad, scarred shoulders. Ragnar had not mistaken the child's brief anger, he believed, but let it go because it was not a fight worth having, and besides, he did not wish to make Charon become more distant from him then Ragnar already thought the child to be. “Alright Charon,” Ragnar conceded to pacify the young Ostrega boy. Charon seemed determined to keep up the questions, though, for he asked next why his mother and father had other names, why their names were not just as the child put it 'ma' and 'da'. “Everyone has a given name child,” Ragnar responded, fixing the him in his single eye. “Just as your name is Charon, their names were Verrine and Julooke,” Ragnar missed them, having both been core parts of the Bay. None of it's founding members remained besides Gunnar, Thistle and himself of course. They had helped him build it and left it all the same, for whatever reason. That was the way of a pack life, however, they came and went. “They are Ma and Da,” The words felt strange as they left Ragnar's lips, having always called his parents by the Norse variations of 'mother' and 'father', and for a small moment the Viking's face displayed his confusion at the common tongue words before it disappeared. “To you because it is rude to call your parents by their given names.”