[P] warning of winter

[Pavetta]

p a v e t t a - - - Winter was colder and lonelier than Pavetta remembered.  The blackened trees contrasted starkly against the glittering white snow blanketing the barren ground. Dawn was not as she remembered, either. A husk of the beauty it had once possessed; a sad tragedy that left the citizens huddled by the hearth of the burnt down homes in silent despair and grief. Pavetta wandered towards the castle, a silver ghost in the winter forest. Her breath crystalized and sparkled in the early evening moonlight. While she now had warm, beautifully furnished quarters in the castle she often preferred the quiet of her grotto in the woods by the stream. She had spent a cold night there.  Alone. And lonely.  Medicinal satchel and cloak over shoulder, Pavetta paced through the ice and snow. She made several calls to rural homes outside of the capitol; checking raspy lungs and distributing soothing herbs for smoke-induced coughing. She could not bear to leave Dawn in this state to complete her Emissary duties. Her people would come first and then she would venture out to see how the other Courts had faired through the terrible disasters. Eulalie had been on her mind as of late.  The gentle, kind-hearted mother of two. Somnus’ wife and partner. While they were not well acquainted, Pavetta admired her resilient, steadfast spirit. The warmth of the castle embraced her like an old friend as she stepped inside; inviting and pleasant. She paced up the stairs, wondering if Eulalie might be in her own private chambers with the children or out with Somnus. She tapped her horn on the closed door. “Eulalie? Are you there?" a pearl in pigshit, a diamond on the finger of a rotting corpse, creature in whom nothing, but nothing, remains of an elven woman ---

@eulalie