Altaira receives a lesson of sorts from her elder sister Neda, key concepts of fighting drilled into her as her rather stern and brutal sister ensures that they are hammered into mind.
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This northernmost city is the home of Morwen, The Goddess of Winter, and her followers who dwell year round in a land of frozen wonder. [Lore]
by Altaira Readva on December 28th, 2013, 1:06 am
Bird Speak | Common | Vani | Others
Winter 25, 510 AV
Morwen walked freely upon Mizahar, and Avanthal thawed slightly. It was still no where near warm enough for the little kelvic, but she was beyond complaints by that point. The icy wind had very well beaten it out of her, and she no longer saw any use in the wasting of breath and energy. Especially since she had the afternoon to Neda, and Altaira's elder sister seemed keen to part with knowledge.
It was both with crippling terror and dire excitement that Altaira regarded the meeting, Neda the kind to shift from sweet to horrifying by the mere baring of teeth and a shift in her expression. As she tore through the halls of House Whitevine, quick in movement towards the room that
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