This place was.. breathtaking. Before her stood a vast expanse of sand, stretching as far as the eye could see. Only it wasn't just sand. It seemed to glimmer a thousand different colors as she moved closer, shifting and tumbling before her very eyes. Ásvor had never seen anything like it before in her life thus far. She'd never been so far south, either. She'd been born far north of here, and she'd spent much of her life there too. Only recently had she begun to venture further and further from the lands she had grown familiar with, and thus she found herself here.
She remembered a story that her mother had told her, once, of a bridge bursting with color that separated the realm of the gods to the world she lived in. Perhaps Runa might have some insight into the tale - and though she knew this was not such a bridge it felt eerily similar. Something was quite incorporeal about this place, at the very least. Curious, she pressed on. The sand felt the same as any sand beneath the pads of her paws, and as she moved toward the sand seemed to shift back to a pale white. At least the ground beneath her was, though as she lifted her head to eye the strip of sand that lay beyond her it continued to sparkle
It was impossible to ignore how lovely it was. She continued on, padding across the long stretch of sand, noting that she was now fully surrounded by water on each side. Slowly the colors grew less and less vibrant as she neared the other side of the sand bridge. The sand slowly shifted to solid ground, though as she made it to Auster she turned to watch the colors glimmer once again as the rays of sun beat down on the sand.
