nothingness is bliss

Well, this was just a splendid day, wasn't it?  This was the sort of day that reminded Eyrún that the Aesir and the Vanir were looking down fondly upon her, despite recent happenings. She had been reminded of who she was and what she was meant for. It was hard to believe anything else. Huggin, her faithful raven companion, circled high above her in the sky. Briefly she glanced upward, watching as he blended into the sun's blinding outline for a short moment before reappearing, diligently scouting ahead for her. He'd likely have better luck. This place was brimming with scents that were overwhelming and hard to pick through - from flowers that still bloomed well into the late reaches of fall, to the stench of various wolves that no doubt explored this place as a potential hunting ground. It was no doubt luscious enough to support bountiful prey, even if there was no sign of anything substantial currently. Swiping absently at a particularly bright flower, Eyrún redirected her path and continued on, plowing through the flowers with abandon as she searched for something to entertain her on this fine day.