The Winter Solstice, the return of the Sun, was truly a cause for celebration among our ancestors. Yule begins on Mother Night. At Yule, the Goddess shows her Life-in-Death aspect. In this season, she is the White Lady Queen of the cold darkness; yet this is her moment of giving birth to the child of promise who brings back light and warmth to her kingdom.
Then he saw it; a clear image of Anala. In all this brightness, there she stood all in white with her grey hair falling past her shoulders. He felt his eyes relax from all the squinting and the glaring. It was as if the light is comforting him.
She really wanted to enjoy her walk, but she just couldn't. He said he loved her, but... he wasn't a Noble nor a Knight. What was she to do? What was she supposed to feel? She'd have to uproot her entire life just to be with him. "Could I really do that?" she asked herself. "Do I love him that much? Wait... I love him..." Литовченко Евгения - Зима, уходи!