Arrow Lake If you see something, say nothing and drink to forget

It was fortunate that Aure rose when she did, lest her mesmerized son follow the drifting snow off into the mountains. Indeed, they caught Dragomir's eyes and seemed to pull him forward; he was padding slowly on sturdy feet when his dam ducked out of the thicket. The sound of her paws whispering on the young grass drew Dragomir's ears back to listen, but for now his gaze remained steadfast on the sky. A huge snowflake fluttered down and kissed his eyelashes, making him blink and breaking the spell.

He turned slowly to see Aurewën standing there, and his face broke into an excited smile. Aaah! he said, a sound he often made to express his wonder or joy. Soon his sounds would turn to words, his words to sentences, and then he would be a young man making his own mark upon Stigmata's claim. But for now he was just a toddler in the spring snow, and everything was wonderful.