Northstar Vale Forever Waiting for a Sign

It was cold. 

The coming winter made the winds chilled and the rain like ice, dropping down onto his nose and narrowing his flaming gaze. Though far from a downpour, the misty weather, if only he closed his eyes, would remind him of the chilly and rainy mists on the island he had come from. 

He strolled with no particular diection, wondering the beautiful valley thay would be his home over the coming winter until he was able (as he had not given up hope) to reunite with the Nereides which commanded him and pulled his strings. He was without direction or purpose without them. 

Stopping, he took note of the large woman by the spring, letting the rain soak her until it reached the bone. He came to her, curious, his head falling low between his legs as he regarded her silently. Was she alright ?