~20 Cylus 683~
A break from working with his father gave the young Ellune time to step away and cool off. The wooden door shutting behind him, he stepped outside only to gaze as the winds of Cylus whipped about and howled through the open area. Snow kicked up and beginning immediately to cake his skin in what normally is seen as a pleasurable experience to any Ellune.
To Norgrim, at least at this moment, he was numb to it. Eyes looking ahead, a glossed over stare was all that could be managed from him. His roughened hands grasping the ledge of his family's shop, knuckles white and his arms visibly tense. Only to look ahead still, as if his body wouldn't properly respond to what was going through his mind. Albeit due to such memories none would expect a proper reaction, let alone one as controlled as Norgrim's.
In his mind, the image which occurred merely a week ago was still fresh in his mind. Opening the door to his home, expecting to be greeted by his mother and sister. He and his father tired yet happy to go home and rest with them, yet all he was greeted with was her body. Eyes empty, lifeless, colder than the ice he knew and grew about. At first he looked upon her in confusion, clearly it was just the mental shock of seeing such a state. He didn't move, at least not until his father entered and immediately ran towards her.
A break from working with his father gave the young Ellune time to step away and cool off. The wooden door shutting behind him, he stepped outside only to gaze as the winds of Cylus whipped about and howled through the open area. Snow kicked up and beginning immediately to cake his skin in what normally is seen as a pleasurable experience to any Ellune.
To Norgrim, at least at this moment, he was numb to it. Eyes looking ahead, a glossed over stare was all that could be managed from him. His roughened hands grasping the ledge of his family's shop, knuckles white and his arms visibly tense. Only to look ahead still, as if his body wouldn't properly respond to what was going through his mind. Albeit due to such memories none would expect a proper reaction, let alone one as controlled as Norgrim's.
In his mind, the image which occurred merely a week ago was still fresh in his mind. Opening the door to his home, expecting to be greeted by his mother and sister. He and his father tired yet happy to go home and rest with them, yet all he was greeted with was her body. Eyes empty, lifeless, colder than the ice he knew and grew about. At first he looked upon her in confusion, clearly it was just the mental shock of seeing such a state. He didn't move, at least not until his father entered and immediately ran towards her.
"Kjære ... Jesca ?"
Kneeling before his wife, Ingemar's hand immediately rested upon her shoulder. Norgrim only watching as his father rushed towards her, panicking as if he knew immediately what was wrong. As the moment's passed, Norgrim's heart seized with each breath, the growing pain within his father transferring almost instantly to the growing boy. Only stepping forward, Norgrim stopped when nearing the pair. Not knowing completely his mother was dead, mind still reeling from everything that rushed through his body. All that Norgrim could manage was a tightening of his fists, it was then that finally he heard the sobs of his father. Ingemar's voice hushed as he then hunched over his wife, fingers digging into her arm and still feebly attempting to wake her.
"Nei, Jesca nei ... stå opp. Vennligst ta opp. JESCA VÅKNE OPP!"
That final grieved scream was what finally caused Norgrim to shed a few silent tears. To anyone else that day of Cylus was simply another wonderful day, yet to Norgrim this season held a far different meaning. The winds that howled seemed to him almost to mourn alongside him, the land itself having been ready for his mother's return to it. The ice reluctantly yet dutifully taking her, despite all of this the male remained silent. Despite the desperate thudding of his heart and every urge he had to cry out finally in grief of her death. Just as on that day, he only kept silent, every muscle in his body tensed, planted where he was as these memories played out one by one. As such Norgrim was so absorbed that he failed to realize that the wood beneath him gave way. Hands bloodied from the compressed wood beneath his fingers, splinters digging into the skin and causing rivulets of blood to flow from within. The pain not so much as registering to him his body, his mind so wracked with grief that nearly all else failed to even exist in Norgrim's mind for this moment.
"Nei, Jesca nei ... stå opp. Vennligst ta opp. JESCA VÅKNE OPP!"
That final grieved scream was what finally caused Norgrim to shed a few silent tears. To anyone else that day of Cylus was simply another wonderful day, yet to Norgrim this season held a far different meaning. The winds that howled seemed to him almost to mourn alongside him, the land itself having been ready for his mother's return to it. The ice reluctantly yet dutifully taking her, despite all of this the male remained silent. Despite the desperate thudding of his heart and every urge he had to cry out finally in grief of her death. Just as on that day, he only kept silent, every muscle in his body tensed, planted where he was as these memories played out one by one. As such Norgrim was so absorbed that he failed to realize that the wood beneath him gave way. Hands bloodied from the compressed wood beneath his fingers, splinters digging into the skin and causing rivulets of blood to flow from within. The pain not so much as registering to him his body, his mind so wracked with grief that nearly all else failed to even exist in Norgrim's mind for this moment.
