A light snow shower fell as the sun set across the lands, leaving the landscape a white background against the golden brown shade of the setting sun. Down in the snow, a lone figure could be seen riding upon a horse, neither they nor the animal minding the flakes which fell on them as they went; it was Ariel, a neutral expression on the teenage seer's face as she guided her horse up a hill while the twenty thousand men or so who were under her command marched below.
Ariel was putting on a large white winter cloak, its colour so clean that it was almost indistinguishable from the snow around. She had opted to leave the hood down, exposing her black hair which blew lazily in the frosty breeze to sight.
Reaching the top of the hill, the seer looked down to where three white banners bearing
