now. he did not quite allow himself to think of her, but of course she would be there. and much as torgar pretended not, his ministrations were for the Mediator. it took him a few moments to gather himself and his courage, and set off after the others.
he found dalmatia very pretty, but of course did not show this. she was to be married!
i will be there,he agreed, though not loudly, for he was still unsure of himself. putting a berry to his mouth, he watched the young couple with interest. it was the goal of young northmen on the fjord, of course, though when it would happen varied from boy to boy. for torgar, it would be part of his early time as a man to settle and to build. he wondered how long they had known one another, how any wolf came to this conclusion. was it a feeling? an agreement?
so lost in his thoughts was torgar that he did not immediately see the gathering ethereality. and when he did, he only stared in dumb blinking. was it a -- a wolf?
a mother. a mother! isaiah reacted, then aurelia. the eivorsson boy felt his eyes widen, felt his heart race. when tiberii reacted, true panic struck him. he tried to trot pointedly to her side, crouching down beside her collapsed form with an awkward protectiveness.
another call, cassius; mother.
torgar tried another look at the phantasm, but felt his pulse roar to acceleration so fast that he had to glance away, back toward tiberii with helpless hope she was not injured, that she would rise.




