The white land had been painted green, orange, and blue. I rubbed my eyes, feeling soreness at the blinding sunlight and heat burning my eyes as I stare at the sun whom so foreign on this land.
The shawl around me had been put down and I wrapped it nicely around my waist, and roll my ponytail into a bun. The fresh smells of snow melting with fresh sun rays were making me light and elated, forgetting all the darkness temporarily to the depth of my mind including the overbearing presence wanting to speak with me...
Either from the naga whose name, he pouted on - calling it cliche or even Lahen who tugged the back of my mind through our bond.
Laughter and chatters echoed from the castle gate, just before the town and for the first time since I arrived, the town people wholly came out of th
