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It had been an increasingly dark journey, as the Ranger at the High King's crossing had warned. Harsh land, and a constant sense of dread..of being watched from afar, and sometimes from less afar. Lithea and Tolbold had sung a few songs like they would in any Shire Inn, and told each other a few tales. Anything to bring to mind the fair lanes and fields of home. They had rarely lit any fires, their cloaks sufficing in keeping them warm as they headed East.
.... The day after, wearing cold weather clothes she went out and gathered enough snow to recreate her childhood snowelf. Now that many years passed and she had better skill to actually make a decent-looking one, she still decided to give it the same wobbly appearance of her first snowelf. And just like so many years ago, it greeted her outside the porch, until the warmer weather melted it away.
"For my kind, the years pass by so slowly, but for mortals, they are as fast as a blink of an eye. We celebrate our own Yestare, yet to the Secondborn, it is as if each new year brings with it promises of renewal, in ways I barely comprehend. I do know however, that for each of us an age is ending, and a new one is beginning. May it bring renewal to all of us"
"Seasons always turn, as sure as the passing of time, and in a way they are like us, slow to change and forever tied to this world... Iavas brings with it a pale gold light that meets with Hrive's cold blue, brought about by the northerly wind blowing from the far north to the Iron Hills. It is also one more current to add in my rose of the Winds and I am one step closer to completion"