FIONNA
Fionna staggered to the forest of ice mountains in such a daze. It was as if she was on a spell and she was yet to process the looming absence of the Sighter who had walked off abruptly like there were not about to face a deciding moment in their lives.
Fionna stared blankly at the map that was before her, unable to make sense of the numerous symbols and whatnots that was peppered on it. It was too flamboyant to call it a map in the first place for all she could make sense of were meaningless doodles that seemed to be there to torture her head.
Mere looking at it triggered a headache. And the more she stared at it, the more the rage she was currently feeling towards the Sighter intensified.
The about thirty men in her group mildly accused her of appointing some incompetent person, and then proceeded to try to decipher the map by themselves. But five minutes later, they all meekly handed it back to Fionna with their heads bowed to the ground in shame.
