Noctisardor Bypass light a candle for the dead, with sprigs of fir do warm their bed

mahler harrumphed but tucked druid in against his side. children felt such large emotions. had he been the same? unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, those days were long faded to the gargoyle. "der winter wird nicht mehr lange dauern," he murmured quietly.
"you saw the frost that has come in the mornings. imagine a blanket of it, covering every part of the ground that you see now."