![]() ![]() “Hmm, sometimes, and sometimes the warmother kisses the barbarian. “Is it when the barbarian kisses the warmother?” She is the spirit that fills you as you follow your passion, no matter how mean the world is. They say she is a phoenix, with icicles instead of feathers-her wings borne on frigid wind, brrrrrr! But we Notai know, it is hope that carries Anivia, and that she is not a guardian of our realm, as the Avarosans say. An adventure that winter’s mother has entrusted to us.” ![]() There is a reason the Notai must leave as the snows settle. “Then come close, my little grimaceling, and I will remind you. “Haha, elkyr smell like doocicles! But… we always make ‘em pull our carts anyway. “What’s wrong, Nunu? There’s something crinkling your nose, and I don’t think the elkyr can be blamed… well, this time. ![]()
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