A letter from the first thaw
The snow is going soft at the edges and the Hollow is waking up.
Dear friends of Mossheart, the first green shoots are pushing through the moss and Glumbert has, predictably, complained about the mud. Spring is here.
The snow is going soft at the edges and the Hollow is waking up.
Dear friends of Mossheart, the first green shoots are pushing through the moss and Glumbert has, predictably, complained about the mud. Spring is here.