Starglow Basin i have it out

@Osiel
they are at the edge of the territory!

Spring gave splendor to the many, and assurance to the few. In hindsight, Hiro could acknowledge the gift it gave in their past, and in this present there cropped up a longing for it. And whenever this ache peeked from the hollows of their mind, they'd gone to bury it. Over and over.

I am the few.

Summer came, a  period where the scraps of the previous season froze to time. Hiro was left to pick at what remained.

Summer went. Thus began the slow crawl towards the harshest of months. Hiro had yet to face it alone. Knowledge gained from word of mouth was all he had to prepare.

They were reminded of it wherever they traveled. In verdant leaves turned scarlet to brown. In morning frost kept sturdy by a longer lasting chill in the air. The earth they walked began to lose its warmth.

But soon they’d find themselves in foreign land. Here it seemed the world lagged behind in season. It gave off a summer’s warmth in appearance alone. Whatever few trees were here had yet to lose its greenery. In these days spent in the sands, Hiro could think, if only for fleeting moments, they'd be free of the struggle of winter.

These thoughts, though brief, kept them tied to this lonely land for now. Come morning and they stalked the rim of these flatlands for any sign of life. He wondered if prey would be as bountiful as it has been in those warmer months here.