Cerulean Cape if i had a voice

All will be revealed in time. The fabric is woven by the Norns themselves, now. They did have a plan, loose and variable, but it was something discussed only between Solpallur and himself for now. The ears of his sister would not be granted such secrets, despite her yearning for such. In his mind, he remember the vision of the ravens, of the sun and the stars, of the colors of gold and night mixing in the sky, high upon a peak that speared the clouds themselves. It was a vision he planned to revisit, though he was ever sure of his place in it.

All you must know is that our legacy will be sung in feasting halls of Valhalla. Here was a fierce grin of pride and confidence, teeth showing as he suddenly lunged for her, only to trap her muzzle within his jaws and give her a light shake. Come! Come. We will hunt along the shores for food, together. His invitation was jovial, an excited spark giving the man life and purpose. Conviction.

If only were he to know that his sister conspired against him.