Meadow

Eagerly, she cannot wait to see a tropical wonderland. So far from the mountains and the pine tree forests that she was familiar with, she wanted to have her eyes opened to strange and different things- even if she had to plunge into the waters to get there. Though her red skin was thickened by the winter of her homeland, there was something unappetizing about dipping herself back into the frigid waters, and she hopes there will be sunshine on the other end of her swim.

“Oh yes! Please, na!” Excited and without a hint of apprehensive delay, Sighurd jerks her head and bounces away from the stallion, heading towards the coast that waited for her- frothy and threatening. The waters loomed, and she hoped the Bjorn would keep her close, to ensure she did not get lost, and so she could lean into him for desperate warmth once they had arrived in the ridge.