Warm Your Bones

Álarr set the steel pot up over the hot coals and added in the bottle of dry red wine. He had just passed Brynhildr a bone knife so she could start slicing the oranges and apples when a familiar face arrived. Álarr smiled. "Mitros! It is good to see you again. Have you been well?" Since joining with Avalon he hadn't seen much of Jupiter and his brood though it looked like the pups were yearlings now. They were growing well and he could only assume they were now off on their own adventures.

"Mulled wine. I can think of no better drink for a festival in cooler weather." He glanced again and the trees around him that had already donned their autumn leaves and whenever a gust of wind would come up it would send the leaves tumbling and dancing through the air. He turned his head to grab some small jars of cinnamon sticks and star anise to help season the wine. He also had some honey. Using his teeth he popped the cork out of the honey jar before pausing to see what his young nephew was doing.

"What do you have there?" Álarr gestured to the stick that Mitros was working on.