Greatwater Lake If you let them make you, they'll make you papier-mâché

Winter is harsh, cold seeping into his bones before long, as if autumn never existed. Alas, the Wilds are not Minrathous. North of here, the island winters were a survival challenge itself, and many surprised the young prince ever survived his first days. Now he is here, and although not fond of snow, he travels through it on a night he cannot find sleep.

The reason? Simple, he slept too much earlier in the day, enjoying what sun pierced through the overcast sky.

Aldric trails closer towards the water’s edge, alert as ever and surprised to see that he is not the only in their small group that is awake. Eastwood is the newest addition to the ragtag team, and the admirer of Eleni—which is why Aldric is cautious around the golden male, wanting to learn more, as if he is a brother questioning his motives around her.

He approaches quiet and stiff. You are fond of water, he states, for he’s witnessed the golden male around water on numerous occasions so far. The common language rough on his tongue, and the phrase sounds odd even to his ears.