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[color=84CED2][i]“You can see Peberholm from here!”[/i][/color]
 
Jakobe dipped her aching toes in the warm Danish waters. She half considered fully dunking herself into it. But she was able to resist the urge. She’d jumped in the water when she made it to the Malmö coast before crossing Øresund, the bridge that connected Sweden to Denmark. It was the first sea water she’d seen in her entire life. It was just so… blue. The salty smell of the sea was intoxicating, the soft sound of the waves seemed to call her. She was more than happy to answer their call. She was less happy about the next couple of hours it took her and Mattias to dry off. She’d changed her clothes and left her wet outfit lying on the beach so she could spend the time it took to dry doing something useful. 
 
One look down the Øresund Bridge and she knew she would not step foot in it without first finding a bike. It took her two hours to find one and another hour to figure out how to ride it. By the end she had scraped knees and damaged pride, but that bike was providence. Walking the five mile length of the Øresund would have taken her eight hours. Biking it took one hour. Mattias kept up with her, bounding by her side. He seemed more than happy about it. It was the most exercise he’d gotten in the seven years of his life. 
 
The Øresund Bridge became an underground tunnel when it reached Peberholm, an artificial island on the Danish waters across from Malmö. It was this underground part of the journey that had most unnerved Jakobe. Not because of the two miles of dark, eerily quiet road. She was born and raised in dark, eerily quiet metal halls. But she had never been below sea level. What freaked her out was the weird feeling in her ears. It made her head spin and her trek longer than it needed to be, as she had to make multiple stops so she wouldn’t fall over on her bike. 
 
Mattias almost trampled Jakobe on his way to the water. [color=84CED2][i]“Mats, no!”[/i][/color] Jakobe had time to little but flinch before she was splashed with salt water from the elkhound’s cannonball.[color=84CED2][i] “Mats!”[/i][/color] she groaned,[color=84CED2][i] “Do you have any idea how much you stink when you’re wet?” [/i][/color]Mattias ignored the rest of her chastisement, paddling in a large semicircle before climbing unto dry land once more. He shook himself dry, spraying water all over the place, and returned to his owner in his usual happy bound. He’s been doing more of those ever since they left their jättetrakt. Crossing Sweden’s width had given him plenty of space to run around and release his energy in. It was a comforting sight for Jakobe, Mattias shaking his tail so vigorously his body seemed to contort with every swing. She couldn’t stay angry for long. 
 
[color=84CED2][i]“Fine”[/i][/color] she giggled and threw her arms up in the air in surrender, [color=84CED2][i]“Fine! Do whatever, I guess.”[/i][/color] She put on her socks and boots and picked up her bike. These were her first footsteps outside of her home country, and despite her eagerness to see the rest of Copenhagen, she wanted to soak in them for a few more moments. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, letting as much Danishness as possible seep up her legs. The warm, fuzzy feeling it sent all over her body was almost enough to make her forget the fear and sadness tugging at the back of her mind. Almost. That fear and sadness are what finally pushed her unto her bike and sent her pedalling as fast as she could.