It’s been foggy a lot in this part of Midgard lately. The humans have ventured out on a rare sunny day to see what’s going on in the local woods.
By Idunn’s little apples! There is a ubiquitous abundance of holly berries this year!
¡ǝlƃuɐp pooƃ ɐ ɹoɟ ʇods ʇɔǝɟɹǝd puɐ ʎɐp ʇɔǝɟɹǝd ɐ s,ʇᴉ ʇɐɥʇ sʞuᴉɥʇ uʎƃᴉS
It’s not just hollies that can be dangled in.
Camphorweed does just as well. Sigyn is beyond excited–we’ve been here scarcely a quarter of an hour and she’s had the chance to dangle in plants with both her favorite colors!
(poke, poke, poke.) Not all plants are large enough to climb in, though. This one is growing right in the middle of the trail, and it’s very, very teeny.
Sigyn has fallen in love with it. Don’t hug it, Sweetie. The human female says it can have spiny fruit.
Oooo! We have found A Mysterious Hole in this creek bank!
I wouldn’t go in, if I were you… But, human female–you feel free to stick a finger in and tell us if there’s a snake or sharp-toothed rodent or something in there, all right?
We’ve been walking and poking at things for a while now. Time for a rest.
My sleep number is “moss.”
Clever Sigyn has found a different moss.
Sigyn doesn’t know if this one’s a moss or a liverwort.
All this green stuff looks alike to me. Possibly one of the human female’s plant-nerd friends could sort them out, but I really don’t care.
We’re headed to the Sedge Meadow. I like the Sedge Meadow. It’s all green and dapply.
Sweet Glittering Bifrost! What’s this?
I had heard the City was Doing Something, but I wasn’t sure what…
But, since I’m a god, barricades and notices don’t apply to me. Come along, Sigyn. Leave the puny mortals here obeying all the signs like good little sheep and let’s you and I keep going.
Have fun staring at the signage! We’re going to go pet sedges.