How Many Sunrises Will You Be Blessed With? [Rivin]

Pyralis had used her new found ability to travel to several areas of Boreas only to find herself pulled back to the Plunder. As far as she knew it was spring. Her mix of senses still didn't seem to include heat or cold which was probably a blessing. A fine layer of snow coated the beach, just a dusty over the deep, obsidian rocks. Once the sun fully rose it would likely melt the small accumulation. For now though the sun was just a rosey glow on the horizon. Pyralis settled on the rocks to watch, wondering if this would be last sunrise on this plane of existence and if not how many more she would be granted. She had still not figured out why she was back in this form. She sensed it would not be permanent and that raised more questions than answers.