Regner Vilhelmsen

Check my vitals signs and know i'm still alive

Word Count :: 190 Sorry about the wait on this, and the crapness . All italic text in this thread by me or Bria is Danish.

It was an odd feeling for Regner, realising that Adelle had finally reached six months of age, despite all that had been stacked against her even surviving her first month. The Broderskab, and by extension Regner, saw children as being adults of a sort once they reached six months. It felt wrong to look at the small, cute form of his granddaughter and have to see her as an adult.

It felt even worse that he was doing the ceremony. It shouldn't be him doing this, it should be Marcus and Alicia welcoming their daughter into adulthood, not him. But wish as he may his son and daughter-in-law were dead and it fell to him to provide for Adelle as best he could.

Regner was dressed at his best for the ceremony, cloak and jerkin freshly washed and his normally scattered fur pushed into some semblance of order. It had taken a while to get Anann and Jazper to agree to the ceremony but eventually they had agreed.

Regner stepped forward when he and Adelle were called to the front, dipping his head gratefully towards the two leaders, "Thank you." he said simply, before turning his attention to the puppy the day was focused upon."Are you ready Adelle?"

Regner's eyes softened and he smiled at Adelle's excitement; as much as it pained Regner that Adelle's parents weren't here to perform the ceremony with her he was glad that at least Adelle was happy. He knelt down and briefly licked the top of her head before shifting backwards, staying knelt so he was as close to her level as he could. For a moment Regner was silent, his mind searching through memories for ceremonialised words that he had spoken only twice before, and then he started talking, voice solemn and formal.

"Being a warrior is an honour and a responsibility. Your family, your friends, your comrades, at some point any of their lives could be in your hands. A warrior needs strength and courage, but also control; to know when to fight and when to walk away. Though the Broderskab may be gone their blood runs through us and we shall uphold their name." Regner stopped and took a deep breath, "We shall not run from any fight, but recognise that a fight avoided cannot be fled from. We shall shed that blood which is necessary but no more. We shall challenge the strong to hone ourselves, defeat the wicked to curb their excess and defend the weak who cannot defend themselves. Those who scorn the ways of honour shall be resisted with strong minds and strong bodies."

Regner's voice had been growing in volume as he spoke but now it dropped to nearly a whisper. As he spoke Regner raised one hand, running it over the silver rose clasping his cloak together before reaching out to do the same to the pendant of similar design hanging around Adelle's neck. "But more than a Broderskab you are a Vilhelmsen. We protect our own, no battle is worth blood spilt unneeded, no amount of pride worth the death of a precious comrade. These are lessons I have learnt through experience, and I pass them to you."

A moment more of silence and Regner's hand started to drop down to the hilt of the dagger wrapped against his ankle, hand resting there as he asked the question that would seal the ceremony. "Adelle, do you understand what it is to become a warrior?"