And... this place sucks

This place was just awful. Already Kaija found herself regretting coming this way. This wasn't like the cool swamp full of birds or the glowing mushroom place. This place was even more dry than the land surrounding Valhalla's territories, utterly barren and - more importantly - just plain boring. Even the farthest reaches of the west hadn't been able to escape the cold of this season though, and even here it hung dry and heavy in the air. As she ventured on, a little gust of wind swept up some dirt and aimed it directed in her face, and she spit it out and shook her head, meanwhile trying to brace herself against the cold. Kaija was hardly accustomed to the cold, despite the Jarvela blood that ran strong through her veins. All she'd ever known in her short life so far was the west; and this winter, at least from what she'd heard, was uncharacteristically cold. Trying to ignore the gust of wind she pranced forward, hardly having gone out far at all on the strip, pawing idly at a small crack in the dirt. She flinched slightly when the simple action made the seam in the ground widen, splintering and cracking before her as she reeled backwards. Okay, maybe coming out this way hadn't been such a great idea...