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Emily, Shadow, and a very cold Wendell investigating the Hidden Ones in Ljosland
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The two newest dragon books I found at work and knew I needed to buy. The Dragonriders of Pern book has all three books in it and I love the vintage art. I never heard of Barbara Hambly’s Winterlands book but I’m also excited about that!
I’m glad the model for the King of the Storm is being used in another Fromsoft game because I love the design and it's the closest thing to an animated Morkeleb.
Winter Masque
A splash of color against the white snow. Sashes of yellow and green whip through the air in the cold wind. Shoulders bear coats of bright cobalt while swishing cloaks are red as blood. Paint is smeared on bare arms or chests, and fur of silver, black, or white line gowns and costumes of all kinds.
Masquerade among the Winter Court. Their revelries are bright against the white and grey of their snowy Winterlands. Drums beat out the heartbeat of the dancing, flutes and lyres sway like the water before the chill comes to freeze it. Voices of goblins, imps, elfs, and evergreen dryads all blend together. The giants clasp each other’s hands and hum, while even sprites dance in flurries above the dance floor.
A spectacle of color against the snow, like paint upon a canvas of white, coloring the world with laughter and music. No Faerie can lie, but the Winter Court is known for its honesty even among the Fae Folk. So you know as they smile and whirl in and out, clasping hand in hand and swinging round, that their joy is genuine. They drop their quiet solemnity and serene chill...and they dance to the rhythm of their heart and souls.
Upon each face lies a mask. An Owl, a Stag, a Fox. Predator or prey? Sparrow and Mouse, Bear and Wildcat, Hare and Badger, Wolf and Pine Marten. A thousand creatures, a thousand faces. All of them inhuman and filled with mischievous delight.
The Queen of Winter bears no mask. Upon her throne of diamond she remains, clad in furs of silver and white, skin pale and eyes that pierce. She is still, watching her subjects as they indulge in their delights. Though she remains cold, aloof, and still as the ice...the tiniest corner of her mouth has turned upwards in the very ghost of a smile.
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So turns out there's birch trees and sheep in helheim, both only in certain places and extremely hardy varietals. They produce wool and birch juice which they ferment into an alcoholic beverage. The sheep can't survive there on their own and are fed boiled pine needles o.o oh and I gotta check out some rune stuff bc phantom sensations in my palms...
Autumn to Winter
Autumn has ended. The trees are still losing the last of their leaves, now brown and dark. But the world is not dying, for all that it appears so. It is merely drifting to sleep. The cold winds blow and the winter sprites dance in the air, a chill. Jack Frost’s handiwork can be seen on windows as curls of lacy spiraling ice makes its way in ferns across the glass. Your breath can be seen like fog and you can play at being a dragon until you must go about your day. But the Lord of Autumn waits still. He has not yet gone. Why has this elusive master of masks not withdrawn like all of his court? Like the Autumnlands themselves? He is waiting. Waiting for you. When you come before him he bids you kneel upon the cold earth. His brown eyes are filled with kindness and immense age. His lips, just beneath the edge of his mask, are soft with the hints of a smile. Up up his hands go, to his crown. This he removes and places upon your head. It is a beautiful thing. Silver entwined with branches of a Hawthorn Tree. Leaves from the Aspen and the Blackthorn adorn it along with blood red rubies. It is the Crown of Autumn. At last it is time. The Lord of Autumn turns to go. He fades quickly into the skeletal trees, vanishing into the wind. You are alone in the forest once more. Suddenly the air seems colder, and you know that at long last, The Winterlands have arrived.
Companion in the Cold
She walked across the drifts and hills of snow, her footsteps never leaving a single print. As if a ghost had passed through. But she was no ghost. The Queen of Winter must travel her realm, swift as the north wind, cold as ice. The vast Winterlands extend into the mortal realms, and these she must travel as well, overseeing all that is encompassed within her dominion. But she is not alone. Tonight, and tonight only, she has a companion. Paw prints in the snow, swift movements. What is it? This shadow by her side? You cannot tell, it is too quick. All you ever see is its shadow, the last lingering echo of a terrible dark beast draped in darkness. But its eyes linger in your mind, long after the beast itself has gone from sight. It’s gold eyes are intelligent and hungry, the eyes of a monster, the eyes of something dangerous and powerful, the eyes of a beast. The Gold-Eyed Beast is out there tonight, but you are safe, for it treads with the Queen of Winter. You are safe from its hunt....for now.
