Tiptoe THROUGH the Window

Things had been so weird this season...or maybe it was a little less noticeable back home...or maybe he just hadn't been paying enough attention to things. He had noticed the evenings getting longer than usual, but then again it was his first Winter as a yearling. He had been born in Winter, but he couldn't remember much of it. His dad did mention it had been a pretty hard Winter, but beyond that, Ifrit was too young to remember.

He made his way South, finding himself in the weeping woods and when he arrived, he couldn't help but notice bits of glowing in the undergrowth. He had never been to these parts before, though truth be told he was quite fascinated with what he was seeing.

"Speech"