Frostfell Time

"’But there isn't any FROST!’ Lerryn grumbled, her irritation obvious as she set the trestle table for the Kinship Day supper. Wooden spoons thumped heavily to the planks as she stomped from setting to setting. Across the room, her parents exchanged amused glances.” Read more on the lore of Frostfell!

Dec 21, 2005