Invitation
By Rey

5. The Hounding Disorientation

A day of questing – and questioning myself – has turned into a week, a month, a year, a tenth of a century…. Wherever I go, whatever I do, I cannot escape my morbid curiosity about Jötunheim, and that is the single most frustrating, upsetting, perplexing feeling that I can really live without.

Today is no different.

I meant to just snoop round the entry points to the acurst planet, mapping out my escape routes in advance from as many angles as I could cover.

Well, I managed to visit only three of them before my curiosity got the better of me.

And here I am, on Jötunheim, armed with only three points of egress, garbed in only moderately thick clothes, but feeling as if I were home in a nicely cool temperature.

And even worse, the landscape that I can see till the horizon shows a more beautiful sight – or at least more varied – than the southern end of Midgard. Rolling, snow-layered hills, running streams, squat bushes with lush, fat purplish green little leaves, a sharp white snout peeking out from amidst a particularly thick clump of bushes….

I look round to all directions, seeing but still unable to take in anything, let alone putting everything into a coherent picture.

I don't think I erred in navigating the hidden paths, or in determining where I would end up – where I am right now. But… but… but….