holiday cheer

Had he been settling in particularly well? Sort of. Viðarr was filled with internal complaints about the heat, even though it was clear that winter was on the way. Night was far more comfortable than the day, and he was able to seek some refuge in the cooler temperatures. The desert had a lot to offer them, and the strategic location of the Oasis was one he couldn't argue. Still, it was hot out here. Hot, and something he certainly wasn't used to. It was certainly a blow to his overall stamina. Still, the shadow would adjust in time. All in good time? All in good time. He could hope, at least. Viðarr could certainly hope.

The cat had come, beckoning them all to a meeting. At least it was evening, away from the heat of the sun. Viðarr could appreciate that. He approached with a simple nod to Celeste, taking a carefully chosen seat. Off to the farthest edge, where he could keep an eye on everyone and everything, at all times. He'd take his position seriously, that was for certain.
"Viðarr"