"No one needs to worry that I'll be adding any strain, at least."
Being immortal is, most of the time, a blessing.
And the woods do seem quite healthy, the majority of trees feeling, to her... well, content could be a word. Long-term separation from Yggdrasil had meant slow death for Midgard, but the gods had managed to do it in the first place. Perhaps this was another place they'd separated, and hadn't thought to put back yet? But that doesn't seem quite right. The gods are occasionally forgetful, especially the Aesir, but seven hundred years is a long time.
Meja inhales deeply. She still feels borderline woozy, but the feeling's lessening.
"I've certainly been trapped in worse-looking places," she chuckles, thinking briefly of Niflheimr. Though some parts of Niflheimr were at least beautiful in a dangerous, very icy way.
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Being immortal is, most of the time, a blessing.
And the woods do seem quite healthy, the majority of trees feeling, to her... well, content could be a word. Long-term separation from Yggdrasil had meant slow death for Midgard, but the gods had managed to do it in the first place. Perhaps this was another place they'd separated, and hadn't thought to put back yet? But that doesn't seem quite right. The gods are occasionally forgetful, especially the Aesir, but seven hundred years is a long time.
Meja inhales deeply. She still feels borderline woozy, but the feeling's lessening.
"I've certainly been trapped in worse-looking places," she chuckles, thinking briefly of Niflheimr. Though some parts of Niflheimr were at least beautiful in a dangerous, very icy way.