Tidvar

Tidvar always arrives on cue—exactly when he is meant to.

You will often hear him before you see him—the soft squish, squish, squish of rubber boots on wood or stone, as though he has just stepped off a damp wharf. He leaves wet footprints wherever he goes, though no one can quite explain how. Tidvar believes he was born at sea, even though he has never set foot on a boat. The sea, he insists, simply found him.

He is a jovial presence, round with laughter and patience. A pocket watch rests easily in his hand, and a small metronome hangs close by, ticking softly when he is thinking. Tidvar loves the smell of salt in the air and the layered sounds of the harbor—the creak of rope, the call of gulls, the steady rhythm of work meeting water. It is why he made Bergen his home.

Tidvar is a member of the Emerald Council and the Keeper of Time. He does not measure time by minutes alone, but by readiness. He knows that rhythm lives in the body before it lives in the mind, and that the right moment cannot be forced—only recognized. Where others push forward, Tidvar waits. Where others hesitate, he nods and says, Now.

To learn from Tidvar is to learn that timing is not speed. It is listening. It is knowing when to begin, when to pause, and when to let something unfold on its own. Aksel comes to understand through Tidvar that practice must breathe, that music must rest between notes, and that patience is not delay—it is care.

If a moment arrives exactly when it should…
If a rhythm suddenly makes sense…
If waiting feels like the right thing to do…

That will be Tidvar.