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Early Winter, Year 757
Glenmore, the Glenwood
Snow dusted the sienna-colored earth. Dried leaves poked through the layer of powder, making the ground seem almost as if it were covered in a thin sheet of rust. All was quiet, and the air felt dry and crisp. It stung the nose of a red doe, as she passed between skeletal shrubs and beneath leafless branches. Her hair hung in matts, and her ruby cheeks were hollow. Her eyes shown a dull amber from beneath the shadows of her brow—the life in them seemed to be washed out with worry—as she scanned the cheerless scenery. It was a cold, grey morning, and the ashen overcast promised more snow later on.
Luz’s earth magic always felt weaker this time of year; leaving herself feeling frail and dispirited. On top of that, however, she was concerned about her y