Hidden Winter Secrets

'Dara could sense that winter's end was near, but so far, the snow seemed to be sticking around with a white-knuckled grip. Well-traveled as she was, she could almost envision these lands as they likely were during the warmer months: soggy, warm, humid even, with the churning of water tailing every other sound to echo through the isle. Fertile, possibly, from the moist ground, but also sandy and clumpy. The skies were likely either blue or overcast with no in-between, offering great contrast even against the foaming blue tides. But instead, all she could see, for as far as she could see, was white. White above, white below, and the white of the water as it lapped against the shore. Even the ocean seemed paler.

She stopped for a moment, closing her eyes and sampling the salty air...partly to give her poor eyesight a break from bright surroundings.

"Speech"

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