Thank the gods, they were going home. Bragi didn't want to admit to the level of crashout she would've experience if Sindri hadn't found her on that mountain (...had already experienced).

They picked their way down the mountain in the dark, the rocky ledges and sheer cliff sides and looming peaks utterly devoid of any meaningful landmarks to guide her path. She was flying completely blind, finally setting paw down on soft, flower speckled grass on the complete opposite side of the one she'd started the godsforsaken climb on. Here, there was a river screaming in her ear, woodlands blocking most of her sight line, and the bright, reflective surface of a lake somewhere off in the distance.

She puffed out a breath, exaggerated, quietly resolved to put 110% of her trust in Sindri and her little owl friend because this is what happened when Bragi took point. She turned her gaze skyward, squinting into the sunlight, but that great big ball of fire was directly overhead so there was no discerning direction from that.

Bragi's head fell against her chest as she squeezed her eyes shut, willing the dancing little motes of light behind her eyelids away.

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