*As the festivites of holy day slowly started to commence, the sprit stood above Woolhaven on the edge of a cliff, invisible to every eye.*
"Bless the wilds and beyond," the spririt drawled, taking off her hood to reveal herself as a ewe with light orange pupils and wavy horns. "The others will be pleased to know Woolhaven still stands..."
She turned towards another sprit behind her, clutching her staff. "I'm surprised you didn't help out Bartl..."
The elderly spirit merely let out a chuckle as he stroked his beard, hand fixed on cane.
"Oh, but I *did* help out Zihrun" -he pointed his index finger up- "they chanted my prayer after all...the prayer of The Cold Maiden's first disciple."
The ewe crossed her arms, her cheeks puffing. "I meant *actually* helping..."
"Well, I think at *that* point Woolhaven had enough excitement for one day..."
Zihrun muttered 'true' under her breathe as she shook her head. "And I still can't believe you still call her "Cold Maiden", she's known as "Cold Mother" nowadays..."
The ram let out a hearty laugh, holding his chest. "I was older then her when she first became a goddess, fat chance."
He let out a sigh, cane tapping agains the snow as he approached the cliff looking over Woolhaven.
"Boy, look at how much it's grown...I had time, a good life...but there are still some things I still regret..."
Zihrun offered a sympathic smile as she leaned forward. "Like what?"
"Not being there when she died, for starters,"Bartl sighed, placing both hands on the tip of his cane. His calm expression disappeared for a moment as his woolly eyebrows revealed angry eyes."And also not being there to beat some sense into my sucessor disciples..."
He shook his head, taking a deep breathe out as he calmed himself. "But that is another issue for another time."
Bartl turned, cane tapping against the ground as wind picked up.
"It's time for us to leave..."
Zihrun nodded, following Bartl into the snowy winds...and they have vanished into thin air...
