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[Merci d'Rue]

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Winters hand was heavy upon the lands of Stonegate, the snowfall ripe and soft. She walked towards the keep, the soft snow moving in light flurries from her feet. Creating a path in her wake. Moving with her. Her skin paler, bluer in this time of year.

Twas the time of the Cryomancer. When the cold was naturally there aiding and fueling her powers. She did not want to leave her icy home. Even for one night.

Only an order from Myrddin himself would remove her thus this eve. Which is exactly what was wrought upon her. She was to attend the festivities in Magincia.

Warmth.. the sunlit rays of the smooth beach. She loathed it, clinging to her armor refusing their grassy skirts. Standing stubbornly against the warm sun. She detected Myrddins amusement at this in his eyes but said naught. She was here for a reason. So she smiled..laughed, drank...

Yet the King was on edge ..his reactions often caused her own mirror, yet her control of it was not as great. She could see it in his eyes as he warily looked about, as his body tensed when Isk came near. She tingled with alarm from head to toe as she looked at the Magnate. As she saw what he was building.

The preachings of Humanis had come to Luna. So close to home..For now, the Magnate was in a stage of rebuilding and recruiting and she had no doubt the path he took for as he taught this, conversely, Stonegate taught thier beliefs of Diversity.

It was all right there in the Magnate Isk's final words to her king. The fury that rose up in Myrddin as he stood there seemingly calm. She could sense it rippling over her. Like a pebble dropping in a pond.