Fairspell Meadow the belasco house in maine

@Rowan or @Zephyr?

It had been drizzling rain for most of the morning. Lucky it wasn't cold enough for snow quite yet, Mithas thought. He repressed a grimace. As the rain broke up the overcast sky transfigured his surroundings; the past two hours had felt like an interminable wait upon an empty corridor of frost-bitten prairie.
Mithas drew a breath and looked around with the affectation of an old man with a watch on a chain. He peered at the muted grays overhead as if they held the answers he sought. Wincing when a fat drop of rain hit his nose - and another smacked his forehead - he began to move on again. 
The last time he had ventured this far north it had been in pursuit of his family. There was no sign of them now. He could not tell if he was better off this way or not. Mithas certainly did not miss the other Melonii; he had hoped to make his mark the last time he had come through this region and fallen short instead. That had nothing to do with his family - or maybe it had everything to do with them. Indecision hounded him as he made his way. He shook out his shoulders and banished those thoughts immediately.