Spirits

With their brother's sights set on the space below the mountain it was probably pertinent for them to know more about the other lands that would soon be sharing a border with them and not just focus on the one that seemed most likely to cause problems. Starting with the forest just a bit outside the main opening to the crypt. If Auðr had hoped the trees would provide some shelter from the near constant rains they were sorely mistaken. Sighing they shook themselves out for what felt like the 20th time in the last hour, the clinging mists seemed determined to lock any and all moisture into their coat. Which when it's as thick as their's is, sucks!

Not helping matters was that Auðr was pretty sure they were lost. The old growth seeming to twist and bend around them in ways that kept them from recognizing anything. Well that's good, they just hoped Vidarr would be kind when someone eventually pulled their corpse from the mists. Y'know say some nice things, maybe even pretend to shed a tear or two. Auðr sighed and settled themselves against one of the trees, they just needed to get their bearings.


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