Shotechi

Featuring Nimue, with mentions of The Stag and Mother Late Winter, Year 765 of the New Age, Deep Glenwood, near Haven A strange, but familiar smell… the faint sensation of words wafting through the forest… Nimue was unsettled. Something was strange today. There was, for example, this tuft of snowbell that she’d just stumbled across. The flowers sat lonely, tall and in bloom, a strange contrast to the little buds surrounding them - barely strong enough to peek through the layer of snow. Nimue didn’t move. Her magic reached out, crept towards the snowbells like a nose sniffing at something unfamiliar. Next to the flower