Quite genuinely, Viđarr loves the cold. It runs in his blood, in his veins, keeps him warm with the fire of his homeland. The warmth would come from inside him. It was much in the same way that he kept himself warm these nights. No family left to speak of. He was on his own now, and he was doing his damn best. If it was by the will of the gods, he would flourish here. Viđarr would trust their will, as he always did.
“Your wish is one I will carry in my chest.” A smile plays on his lips, one that reaches his dark eyes. It dances. She brushes against him, her whiskers against his foreleg. He would not reach for the mare, but play the same game she did. Viđarr is even keeled, and would not overstep. The dance was far too much fun.
She’d been bored. Viđarr chuckled, a brassy sound ringing from his chest. “I should hope that you do not tire of things here,” he turns his gaze from her for a moment, honey golden eyes shining in the sun as he lifts his chin to the sky. “I wouldn’t like for you to go, and take my luck with you.” His tail swishes at his haunches, brushing fleetingly against the woman as it does. There is a smile playing on his lips, genuine where it lay.
Hearing his own name on the tongue of a foreigner was strange, though he doesn’t dislike it. Her voice, it’s pleasing to him. “It is a pleasure, Celestine.” Her name tastes different on his tongue, foreign and sweet. “I will dream only of your safety, gods will it.” His gaze settles once more on the woman’s face, taking her in more openly now. Viđarr is curious.
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