Polar Weather

Dagrún listened to Jynn's explanation though she liked her reasoning better. Why would they call a place where the ocean came inland a 'sound'? It didn't have anything to do with sound. Well, she wasn't a linguist and it didn't change the beauty of the place. Dag continued along the shore line until she reached the thicker pine forests at the base of the other valley wall. Welp, the only thing to do now was start climbing. Dagrún went head first into the task, wishing her mother could see her scaling these mountains and braving the cold weather. She'd have to keep an eye open for anything that make a good gift.