The gentle twinkling of a music box chimes through the silent night— temperature increasing as the westward wind delivers the chill from the mountains of Frostouched Pines. Unseen chimebugs let their bells toll to hold a symphony for the night— their audience is none but one traveler.
“Oh...maybe I should wait for sunrise before venturing out. It’s colder than I thought it would be…” Sylfr mutters as she s...
