The Heathen

Aos giddy with joy put on a set of fur clothing her father had prepared for her. The fur cloak and hood were large and c.u.mbersome, the cloth underlayer was worn and torn, the boots heavy and stiff, yet the profound joy could not waver.

Struggling to put on the slew of fur apparel her father helped her when he realized that she had no clue what she was doing.

Once Aos had all the apparel on her. The cloak and hood forced her still growing red hair to drooped over her face slightly covering her view. The small youngling with a large mass of furs was rather adorable to her father's eyes.

Aos had seen glimpses of the outside world through the entry flaps that acted as doors to the tent. Through these glimpses, she had developed a sense of how harsh it was and mentally prepared to endure it.

Aos slowly crept towards the tent entrance and just as she was starting to tense up and get scared her father gave her a hefty push out of the tent while laughing loudly at her timid actions.

Aos had fallen face first into the snow outside the tent from the push. She lifted herself off from the snow and as she looked around she was bewildered. Dozens of teepee-esque tents all in different states of packing were scattered around a valley. The valley itself surrounded by humongous icy mountains that reach far beyond the clouds. The men and woman of the Fervir clan were very fit and brawny. Doing their tasks without a single bother of the weather.

Aos' father, Asger joined her outside the tent, kneeled beside Aos and softly said, "This, is home." When Asger noticed that Aos was looking at the tents and their own tent then, with a chuckle said, "Not the tents silly, the snow, the mountains, the north."

Asger after staring into his daughter's delighted face said, "Aos, come over here. Let me show you how to break camp and how to take down one of our tribes tents."