when does the pillaging begin?

The fleeting encounter with her cousin, Sanngriðr, Thyri had been anticipating finding the rest of her family. The journey was long and rather grueling but upon reaching what she figured was the west the babe knew she was close. Though, their chosen location of inhabitance was questionable to say the least. Blue eyes took in the Sand River with curiosity. Cacti, sand, and brittle shrubbery surrounded her. There was a smidge of distaste that clearly swept across her features but she decided to toss out the negativity for the moment. It was surely too soon to judge as she had only explored a small amount of the region thus far. Perhaps there was something of value just around the corner.

There was not. More Cacti and even more sand. Honestly the fae was rather bored of the area. Everything looked the same as she moved through. The sun beat down on her back and stung her eyes. Thyri was growing rather weary so impatience got the better of her. Stopping in her tracks the babe tilted her head up and let forth a call. Silently hoping one of her family members were close enough to hear.