tearing up time & space

Auðr needed to get their ass in gear, after the raid that was more obvious than ever. They had a specific vision for themselves and right now they had leaned too far into the shadows. They needed to step up the supporting part of supporting from the shadows. Maybe that was what drew them out to their brother today, or maybe it was simply luck or the gods. Auðr was definitely the type to assume the latter. In truth they preferred this land over the mountain, it wasn't that they were cold, they didn't have the same amount of fat or muscle as much of their family to insulate themselves but their pelt was just as thick as their brother's. They simply preferred the feeling the stone monument brought them, the mountain may have been physically closer to the heavens but if Auðr had to imagine a Bifröst connecting somewhere this felt more the place, at least to them. So maybe it was the gods that had manoeuvred them together here.

Víðarr seemed deep in thought as Auðr approached. They laughed softly. "Jag trodde att det var mitt jobb." They said as they approached, observing their brother with a tilted head. "Vad upptar ditt sinne?"

"Speech (Hover for translation)"