Stone Circle Lovely weather for a sleigh ride

Though neither of them knew it, depression was something that Grayday had struggled with - perhaps even since his youth. It'd kept him from forming close relationships when Easthollow was still Silvertip Mountain, but it was plaguing him less and less these days. He still had fits of anger and grumpines, but it was a far cry from the listlessness that'd haunted him in days past.

This time, though, he'd only worn himself out trying to do too much in too little time. He wasn't as young as he used to be, but he was still running around enough to match any yearling.

"You're right," Day said with a soft sigh, realizing some of this. "It's this weather, you know? I wanted us to be prepared, and I maybe pulled one all-nighter too many." Well, this time, he would follow the doctor's orders. Well, after the danger had passed, he would. "Thank you for your help, Mara. I appreciate it."