Freya let out a soft yawn. She had been traveling all night, unable to stop her hooves from plodding along throughout the cool evening, until she could no longer bear to keep going. It felt good though, a familiar pain. Her cloak lay loosely across her back in a bundle of fur and soft blue satin. It was a nice thing to have during the winter, but this balmy warmth of the upcoming summer was taking her by surprise. She came from a land of snow, wind, and rock and to have a warm summer was a rare thing.
She sighed and smiled, looking toward the coming sunrise, which was beginning to peek over the trees she now approached. She loved this new land of trees and soft greenery. Her blue eyes took in the birds that sang their songs, and the brief glances of passing Soquili and the rare Usdia.
Coming to stand in the shade of the trees, she paused, looking about her as her eyes adjusted to the change.
