I blame the weather for this one. Hadn't seen snow all winter and then BAM all of a sudden I get a super cool view outside my window and well here we are
Far north, there's legend of a child born with eyes like the moons. They once blessed their home with clear skies and miracles of life. But when they were drove away by hunters and inevitably vanished for good, their blessings became a curse. Since then the sky has always been blanketed in thick storms, and their beloved aurora gone along with it.














