northern attitude

Boredom. It gnawed away at Kaija like some kind of parasite, digging in deeper and deeper until agitation just turned into... nothing. There was little that interested her these days, and little that could even hold her attention for long anyway. The monotony of every day existence just wasn't enough lately, but what else was there? Eat, sleep, repeat.

Kaija always sort of had her head in the clouds, not that she was an optimist persay but lately she felt herself growing more pessimistic, even a bit darker. She felt like she didn't have much of anything, and even herself - which had always been enough before - no longer felt like quite enough.

It wasn't surprising, amidst all these tumultuous emotions, that she came to Mount Volkan. It wasn't like she had any particular attachment to this place but she'd always been drawn to massive landforms like this. She felt minuscule as she stood at the base of the volcano and looked up at its peak, surveying it for a long moment before beginning her ascent.