Raven's Watch calm before the torrent comes

Even as hið ónefnda, inciting the wrath of one would be to incite the wrath of both, thus he was not surprised when his brother rumbled and rowled at the news Stjornuati delivered, nor the words that would follow. It was true that their sister had always had a will of her own, but he had never expected her to work against them, work against something the two of them sought to build. Then again, Valmua had always been one to destroy a sand castle, rather than help someone else build it. Or perhaps his mood now colored his memories. Either way.

A huff of laughter left him, a darkness glinting in his eyes as he looked out upon the land that they sought to claim for themselves. Það væri kennslustund sem hann myndi aldrei gleyma. Better he learn now than later, when the stakes would be higher and their patience thinner. Einnig verður að kenna Valmua kennslustund. The question of how lingered in the air, a matter Stjornuati was open to suggestion over.

Bad news was not all Stjornuati had to share with him, however. Rökkvi fylgdi símtalinu til okkar. A glance to his soul-bound brother, a grin upon his maw. Rokkvi would be loyal where Valmua had not been; a fact that the paler male took solace in.