Neina folded her arms over her chest after a particularly unfriendly breeze chilled the young viera woman, whom had an outfit that wasn't quite right for the weather. Everything seemed so very empty despite being an otherwise visually pretty scene. It certainly went without saying that she couldn't hear the voice of the forest here, and that was a thought more disconcerting than the lack of life all around her. The main question was which way to go. A mountain pass, which would be chilly and dangerous. Or the foothills, which looked like they'd be chilly and possibly rainy, though not stormy. Or follow the beach, which had the cutting wind that made goosebumps appear on her skin.<br/><br/>In this case, discretion was the better part of her valor. She'd not enjoy the cutting coastal wind. And she was far from equipped to struggle through a mountain's biting cold. So she began her way towards the foothills. It didn't appear to be raining, but merely overcast. The higher ground could help her locate anything else, and maybe if she was lucky, she could make her way to a forest. Though nothing around here was terribly familiar, so she had no idea if she'd find any of the comforts she'd normally seek in the deep woods. If she found any at all. her ears drooped as she made her way, feeling quite alone.