Sun Mote Copse down, among a million same

With so many creative ways of explaining nature phenomenon throught divinge interference, Wraen wondered, why hadn't her grandfather's ancestors ever told anything that related to snow. Just think, how many different kinds of water nymphs were there: oceanides that lived in the vast kingdom ruled by Oceanus; nereids of the seas, who accompanied the great god Poseidon; naiads of fresh-water sources such as springs, creeks and brooks; Eleionomae, who ruled over marshes and swamps, leading travellers to their doom; limnads preferring freshwater lakes and even hyades the rain-maker nymphs. But none for snow.

It did occur to Wraen that maybe these stories that had been passed on from one generation to the other had their origins at a land, where people were not familiar with the four seasons she knew since childhood. That even on those rare occasions, when it had actually snowed, different reasonso could be attributed to it. Being one, who had inherited all this knowledge, Wraen wondered, if the spirits of the old would be very against her adding something new to the already numerous and merry bunch of nymphs?

With these thoughts in mind she wandered through Sun Mote Copse and paused only, when she caught sight of a fellow, who had come to join the Firebird group during the pack meeting. Had he given his name and she had missed it? Either way she approached him as if she knew him and greeted like a good friend: "Hi! How are you settling in?"