You find yourself in a snowy clearing. Around you are towering evergreens, their branches laden with snow. Shafts of bright sunlight illuminate the clearing, turning snow and ice to crystallized light.

A slight breeze sways the pines, and the light nearly dances over the snow. A fine dust of snow is filtered through the trees. You hear a soft sound, not unlike a polite cough. You turn and face the trees.

"Greetings," he says softly. "I am Selaph, a terin." He takes a few steps towards you, and you see the deep red wings that had been concealed by the trees. He nods gravely. "I am from the realm of Kimmers." He doesn't seem interested in further conversation, so you head back to the nursery.