Shut Up and Eat Your Snowcone

Well, they'd finally made it! Rœkia limped lightly as she worked her way along the ocean. Her little cousin was somewhere behind her but she didn't really know how to feel about the situation. Her bosom burned with betrayal, both her own and that of her lovers. The coup hadn't gone at all as planned and as tempted as she was to break the oath she swore to her foolish uncle she couldn't bring herself to actually do it. She continued on until they came to something of a cross roads. To the north was an unusual ice bridge and to the south well… more snow but hopefully warmer weather. She turned to her cousin with a wicked grin. "What do you think? Vast unknown or icy bridge of doom?"