12/21/2025, 9:29 AM
The specifics of romance and courtship were beyond Aurelia's understanding, but she could tell something was blossoming between Vidarr and Svajonė in much the same way it had with Dalmatia and Nóttin. They had begun spending much of their time together, alone and apart from the others, and the pup who belonged to the pale woman seemed quite close with the grizzled man.
How old was he, now? Aurelia had never asked, she supposed. He always seemed so much older, so much wiser, as much of a steady presence as Tiberius had been when he was strong and sure and there.
And yet how easily he faded into the shadows. Aurelia felt a pang of guilt as she realized she had, perhaps, been forgetting about him these past months - or even years.
Vidarr was a cornerstone of their lives.
She wanted to speak with him, to make small-talk, to make the attempt and catch up after so much time coexisting like ships passing at sea. He had been there through it all and weathered every storm in equal measure, but not once had she thought to inquire after his wellbeing. Selfishly, she thought he would always be well. He was Vidarr.
His scent was easy to follow. Svajonė stayed behind at the Vale, still recovering from her injury, and so Aurelia tracked him all the way to the Howling River until even she was stopped in awe by the dancing azure flame ahead. Never in her life had she seen anything like it; the color was mesmerizing, almost inviting in the way it flickered and twinkled playfully in its otherworldly hue. Vidarr also seemed to be entranced by the spectacle.
How old was he, now? Aurelia had never asked, she supposed. He always seemed so much older, so much wiser, as much of a steady presence as Tiberius had been when he was strong and sure and there.
And yet how easily he faded into the shadows. Aurelia felt a pang of guilt as she realized she had, perhaps, been forgetting about him these past months - or even years.
Vidarr was a cornerstone of their lives.
She wanted to speak with him, to make small-talk, to make the attempt and catch up after so much time coexisting like ships passing at sea. He had been there through it all and weathered every storm in equal measure, but not once had she thought to inquire after his wellbeing. Selfishly, she thought he would always be well. He was Vidarr.
His scent was easy to follow. Svajonė stayed behind at the Vale, still recovering from her injury, and so Aurelia tracked him all the way to the Howling River until even she was stopped in awe by the dancing azure flame ahead. Never in her life had she seen anything like it; the color was mesmerizing, almost inviting in the way it flickered and twinkled playfully in its otherworldly hue. Vidarr also seemed to be entranced by the spectacle.
What is it?she said, breaking the silence. There was a good chance he had already known the Shakti-Vaes was following him.
I've never seen anything so... blue. It doesn't seem to have a fuel source, either.
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