Dragoncrest Cliffs So comes snow after fire.

She was unsure of her place here, and eagerness borne of anxiety flooded her body. Emaleth was restless and, though she typically disliked the company of others, found herself enveloped in a deep loneliness. It was a mere week's travel from home, but the yearling felt as if she were on an entirely different plane. She could not understand their language and knew little of their culture— and all were so busy with the business of establishing themselves, she couldn't seem to find anyone that was willing to teach her.

Much of her time was spent patrolling the borders, something she perceived as a warrior's duty, but she drew toward the territory's center on occasion to eat, drink, or sleep. A lake beckoned, sunlight glinting off its surface, and the yearling moved to its shore. It was cold and partially frozen in places, a sign that it was freshwater— for the ocean itself was immune to such things. A large boulder concealed her form on the right, protecting her from the wintry breeze, and the dark yearling bowed her head to drink.