Like goats, they climbed their fair share of mountains, up and up they went. If a mountain was cold, it's alright, they were used to it by now.
Even the view felt familiar sometimes, instead of extraordinary. Kouka was definitely not a kingdom full of endless flatlands. It's become another little reason that Yona loves her father's kingdom so much. It's beautifully diverse.
Naturally though, Yona wishes that the endless beauty of the kingdom wasn't interrupted by its various problems. Difficulty growing crops in the Fire Tribe Lands, and poverty all over.
Yet it's in this kingdom with very human problems that there is so much beauty: in a mother's love, in friendship, in long mountain ranges, in the beauty of Fall.
Up here, in this mountain surrounded by her friends, Yona finds familiarity and a keen sense of joy, even as they set up camp.
Perhaps it's the company that makes it so beautifully warm, with Yun making a fire and everyone coming to around it as it crackles to life under Yun's skilled hand.
