"Is there anywhere in this world where it isn't raining? Or snowing? Are there no places where two beautiful women such as ourselves might stretch out on white or gold sand to let the sun soak into our skin, where the seas are so blue you could weep. Fewer mountains and no bears, again, we don't have those, only pictures in books." This is such a wild place in all the ways she isn't sure she likes yet, something ominous and less full of wonder than home. Brunilda has her stories of snow-maidens who kiss bears and find their one true love when the bear slips out of their furry pelt but here the bear would probably eat the maiden and then be shot by a hunter and skinned alive. There's little romance, and feeling small happens in the worst way, not because you're in awe of something that cradles you when it could crush you.

Turning abruptly, she clasps Korrin's arm, almost bouncing on the spot because guess what she loves just as much as climbing and rushing into new adventures? "Oh I cooked for everyone in my building, I love cooking for people. There's just something about it that makes me feel warm right down in my bones, you know? I still don't really know how to just make enough for myself or one other person, you get used to making huge portions all at once."