King Elk Forest Wintertide Jubilee, the first.

Drops of snow fell from the sky in a hauntingly graceful display -- trees being stripped of their green and left naked. Only the pines and spruces would dominate the forest now, giving off that wintergreen scent Cyne adored so much during this time of year.

Winter had come, and with it came the tradition she knew all to well since her younger days -- The wintertide Jubilee.

The fawn woman arrived a bit later than the rest, smiling warmly at all the farmiliar faces and humming at the sound of a particular bard's sweet voice. Though Ravinger was not the only one to have caught his attention -- because his sister, Aéthie, was here as well. A smile appeared on the dames face as she approached the pair; Cyne was happy to see that yet another old member had found their way to safety....