The winter months brought a crisp refinement to the air and a clarity to the skies not found in the warmer days. It was odd that when most of nature went to find it’s rest and haven from the frost was when the she-elf felt the most alive as though the very chill had awoken —
— every nerve within her.
The cold bore no hold on her, as it did for mortals. She could feel the very ice upon her skin, but it had no bite to it.
But the sounds of stirring behind her from her perch upon the balcony of where she now called home with the Lord of Dale and his —
@BloodOfDale — all the same and non the worse for it.
Yes, she envied them.
With what little time they had in this life, they never failed to make anything less than the most of it. They never hid themselves away, content to let the centuries pass without even a drop of life or emotion —
@BloodOfDale — infiltrated in such a weak state, but she saw it as a freedom. In the dreamland, their passions, fears, hopes, and pains collided unmitigatedly without any inhibitions. They could deal with any and all of the joys and terrors of life safely and freely, and rise the next morn —