questing far and wide

Preparations for winter were enough to keep Víðarr busy. Moving. Always in motion, always trying to stay ahead of his to-do list. Trying to handle the things that were most important, and delegate the rest. Maybe this should have fallen under the latter category, but it's important to him. Víðarr would take care to prepare the space where they received their guests, a small hollow at the base of the mountain. It was a harsh landscape, and the act of preparing, the act of caring for their guests-- it's an act of religious importance, not just political.

It's a warm, early-autumn morning, as he sets to work. Beginning with emptying the contents of the cave onto the lawn before it, carefully stacked so they could be returned later. Dragging the rugs and furs out next, hanging them over a low tree branch with a grunt from the effort. They'd need to be properly beaten out later. With a grumble, Víðarr called for help. Any of the kids that weren't in lessons or otherwise occupied could help him with this.

"Víðarr"