Golden Glade It's been established that time is not a rigid construct.

Lulu smiled at the stranger; she couldn't find the energy to be angry, so she used the last of her wind to have a well-earned laugh. My mistake; I forget who I'm speaking to sometimes. You sound fine, by the way. All I asked was if you were from here. Given the tribulations faced in her more recent days, it was rare for Lulu to be able to have a sober conversation with anyone, so she wanted to savor the moment. With her head cocked and her ears cupped forward, the sylph continued to speak. Are you enjoying the snow? I'm not a fan, personally, but it does make for a decent view. The world around them was illuminated perfectly by the early rising sun. Ice glistened in the midst of the rays, the snow shone back like the waters reflecting the moonlight. Not quite the same, but beautiful nonetheless.