Týrr offered Tuwawi a small smile that held a grim set to the corners of his lips when she expressed the incredibility of it, because he agreed with her. It was happening to him and he could barely believe it himself. Some days proved to be more confusing than others as what he knew and the echoes of memories merged into a jumbled, incoherent mess within his mind confusing his memories forgotten and recent though those that were forgotten were never clear and never much. Small wisps, echoes, nothing more than a tease; and then there were days worse than others in which his head felt like it might split open as he attempted to force himself to remember. Having learned his lesson he tried not too, but sometimes his subconscious would pry for him to sate the never satisfied fire of curiosity and the desire to know everything there was about who he had been, to remember Tezcacoatl. When he thought of his past self like that it reminded him of having split personalities and for the moment that was certainly what it felt like even as the two: amazon and viking worked to merge into one superior being within him. I feel guilty for it, I must have loved her greatly,
But Ragnar had stolen that from him too: his love for his own mother, because he could not feel that love now when he did not remember much of anything. But I don't remember.
He didn't remember if she was alive, or why he had left home in the first place. Manauia had never told him and he had never asked for some harbored fear of learning the truth. Perhaps he had been exiled, or worse yet maybe his mother, Quetzalcoatl was dead and that was why he had fled his birth pack in the first place. The possibilities, he realized, were endless and trying to remember even now, even abstractly had caused a dull ache to pound at the back of his head so he quickly refocused his attention back to Tuwawi.
As I have missed Duskfire,
And he had, but he had to be sure he wouldn't entirely go insane as he struggled to remember. ...Of course he wasn't sure it wouldn't happen anyway, or that he would ever remember fully but staying away from his home was no longer an option for him. Týrr was dutifully silent as Tuwawi spoke that things have been unwell, though he had expected as much. She, too, had been faced with hardships though she did not have the luxury of forgetting as he had and the Rekkr could not imagine the pain she must have been feeling daily. It was a morbid relief not being able to remember for while he felt guilt he did not feel pain. Týrr knew that the two boys and the eldest girl had went missing, but he had expected Njal to return to Tuwawi because the ember was worthy of returning too, though he knew that the other Northerner was gone hearing Tuwawi say it made it seem more true. He has left you or just the Glacier?
Týrr inquired softly, unsure if Njal's leaving for her meant he was simply gone from the Glacier but that she still considered him her mate, or if it meant that his departure had severed that, too. It was for partially selfish reasons that he asked, though even with the new feral behaviors that had taken him, Týrr wasn't that insensitive.
The Rekkr was silent when Tuwawi expressed that the Glacier was weak but that she loved it, and for a moment cast his gaze downwards, studying her fiery coat as the wind played with the tendrils of her fur as he contemplated. We could make it strong again, Tuwawi,
Týrr spoke to her, his gaze rising to rest lightly upon her face, though his gaze was sparked with the knowledge that they would raise it back to it's glory. You can make it strong again.
All she had to do was to claim what was rightfully hers and he would help her even it meant nothing more than supporting her, if he could inspire her to take her rightful title of Queen once more that was.
a crime so old as the sky and bone