Northstar Vale Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss

As she approached the thickening trees the empress' pace had slowed to a jog, and then finally to slow walk as she took in the sights. The trees were barely budding in green, preparing for the frost to finally be gone and begin their own reign over the landscape. Dry and slumbering moss clung to the trunks and rocks and her imagination began to run wild as she thought of how beautiful this place must be once in full swing of summer's beauty. She would have to visit here often and watch as it unfolds in the next few weeks.

Vespera's voice barely even nudged her as she moved fluidly through the thawing trees, ears flickering back to acknowledge the cloaked woman. Here, do you see the freeze-dry moss? This place will be so soft when the rains come back. Motioning with her skull, she looked around them as she spoke, letting her imagination run wild with the possibilities of what this place might look like. Were there any flowers? The moss would eat them up, so she could only imagine it being so bright with green, so full of life.