Independent Minds

The landscape remained a blur in her mind. Another job completed, she reunited with her nomadic tendencies and struck north once more. Lissa had spent a good portion of her time the land of Seven. Despite her fascination with the number, she grew tired of seeing on a daily basis, and decide the time had come to explore its neighbor Iceberg. Vasilisa remained wary of Bosco, noting that there was nothing but bad news brewing there, with the cause constantly changing. With such a volatile country nearby, it was a wonder that other hadn't devolved into conflicts of their own. It was of no matter to her however, as the warmth of the sun cascaded down her back with the sky matching the color of her eyes. Maybe they were on to something with that number seven, noting the weather had remained fair for the duration of her stay. She would miss that in the future, seeing as how inhospitably cold her next destination was. Lissa sighed, wondering for not the first time who she had inherited the traveling bug from. A good portion of her family seemed content to remain on the island, yet she had never been satisfied with such an existence. Despite being a good size for what it was, the place felt to constricting for her boundless curiosity, considering she had covered the island with reckless abandon from the time she could walk. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Lissa shouldered her pack, replete with new gear and food that she had purchased with her job earnings, and began walking northeast.