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clouded dream on an earthly night, hangs upon the crescent moon, voiceless song in an ageless light… all for the love of you
Even in the heat of summer snow still clung to the snowfalls of the north. In some way summer was the best time to traverse this dangerous terrain, when the volume of snow was decreased and gave subtle indication of the trenches that lay in wait. Naudir was moving in a slow and steady pace, weaving her way farther into the northern territories. It was slow and frustrating work but work that needed to be done regardless.
Above her, her ravens soared. Balthazaar the black raven, Branwen the white. They were her shadows and her eyes in the sky, her messengers to the gods. Things had been moving swiftly. She'd found her siblings and now all she had to do was track down her mother but where to even begin looking? She sighed heavily. If the gods were planning to send her a sigh, now would be an excellent time.
