The Lost Islands
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Falls

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

the ace in exile


The shadow knows that he has weaknesses. He wouldn’t be a mortal man without them, and for that, there is some solace. Still, those weaknesses could be dangerous, given enough pressure thrown his way. Viđarr worries. Viđarr loves. He does both things without much thought to how easy they could be for someone else to exploit. He feels and that feeling makes him who he is. The shadow will accept the consequences for these things as they come. There’s not much else he can do.

Curiosity her answer comes. Viđarr tips his head first to one side, and then the other, processing the woman’s answer. She speaks of looking as if she’s something than what she actually is. The shadow nods once, casting his gaze back out over the wine-dark sea. It’s a long moment of quiet between them, but Viđarr is no stranger to quiet.

“You are not very different from the shieldmaidens of my home.” The words come after some time, colored with Viđarr’s dense accent. “Strong women, and independent.” He nods once more. They were so much more than that, but the stallion doesn’t have the words to explain. It would be too much, anyway, for a moment like this. “What are you?” Only now did it seem like a fair question.


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