OOM: Search for the children

[bigarmy_strangepants]

 The door Ragnar steps in through is small and unimportant, a little door to a little shed that's part of Floki's wharf. Behind him, Milliways can be seen very briefly; he stands straight, looks around, and closes the door.

Then, he strides out to find Floki and see if Diaval the raven has returned yet from his errand to the highland farms to find the children.

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Wake up," Ragnar says, quietly. "We must get going now."

[intoaman]

Diaval opens his eyes and nods, sliding out from under the sail. He retrieves the black scrap of cloth and offers it to Ragnar. "What are your plans?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"We're going up to the farm where my family are, and from there, start scouting and looking at the situation, and talking to people we can trust," Ragnar says. "I will gladly take you back through the next door that appears from there, but if you could fly to Kattegat and have a look around, once we are up there, I would be very grateful."

[intoaman]

He nods. "I can do that for you. I will need to fly a little ahead of you, so I can negotiate the help of the local ravens but I will stay where you can see me." He offers Ragnar the cloth. "Are you ready to leave?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar takes the cloth.

"We are," he says. "People are getting going outside."

[intoaman]

Diaval taps on the anklet and shifts, flapping up to land on a wooden spar, holding his leg out to have the ring covered.

Once it's hidden, he flaps up to land on Ragnar's shoulder, ready to follow him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar walks outside, nods to people, and then walks off towards the highlands, people following him.

Once they're clear of Floki's little settlement, he gestures for Diaval to fly on ahead.

[gods_that_haunt_me]

Carrying what they can, Floki joins the group with Helga by his side, and they march off through the woods and out into the wilderness.

[intoaman]

Diaval flies ahead, guiding their way towards the farmhouse.

He stops every now and then over the distance of their travel, meeting with other groups of ravens who fly with them like an honour guard.

But once or twice, the native ravens seem distant and on one occasion, down right hostile towards Diaval, leaving him with scratches on his chest from a show of ritual dominance by the locals.