Lux Family/Zaratin Anarion/Coming of Winter

As the last camp fires in Larur were dying down, and the bards's song was only a sweet memory, Zaratin's thoughts went astray.

"How little of this land we know?" he thought to himself.

Night was dark, but gazing towards the woods of Odona and even further towards the misty Thysan, there was a certain blackness about. No eye could pierce that. Already the heavy clouds were gathering, thratening rain, or even worse, snow.

Oh, yes, winter was there. A hardy opponent. It shall be a devoted follower on every endeavour we may take, he though to himself. Just thinking about the cold wind coming form Dragon's Roost was enough to make one shudder. Luckily, they were still in coastal regions, but he did not envy the guards tonight. Falling asleep in the warmth of his tent, strangly, his thoughts ventured even further, all the way to the spring and the song of the nighingale.

Zaratin Lux Marshal of the Order of Mellifluous Nightingale