Worth It

Here she was, back in Boreas. But somehow she had forgotten about the massive fjord she needed to climb in order to get to the mainland. Solveiga looked both ways, as if she could possibly see far enough into the distance and find a way around. But alas, there was none. So either she was going to start climbing, or she was going to follow the path of the water cutting its way through the land and figure the rest out later.

This was one of those big choices she usually would have liked to have put on someone else. But she was determined to be one hundred percent independent now, and from now on. So she was going to start climbing. Clenching her jaw a bit in resolution for the choice she had made, Solveiga started the long walk uphill. It was a difficult and occasionally treacherous journey, but not one that she couldn't handle. Her body was capable of nearly anything; it was her mind she had to convince. That was the mantra she was going to live by as she trekked through this crazy fjord. She would make it to flat and stable land soon enough.

After all, it was either this or the briars to the west. And Solveiga was not in the mood to get a bunch of thorns in her paws. Again.