Nova Peak They'll be here pretty soon

"It's pretty, isn't it?" As the child looked at so, speaking of no words, Asra thought the flower suited it well. She was gray and white like the north itself, suiting well to the winter season as the snow would blend into her so. Asra held an icy-feel, she was like a midnight glacier, a streak of white splashing onto her eye, yet she would never truly be able to blend into the north like others. 

Her mother had it, and she as well. It was a wonder, if her own children would have the eye-mark.

"Would you like to hear a story about these?" As she looked at the other with a fondness, Asra momentarily thought of a lovers tale surrounding of these flowers. It was but a bittersweet story she she enjoyed.