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-It's not snowing today at High Reaches - that's the impression that comes across the distance, borne on ocean tide to Vhaeryth from Iesaryth. There's definitely some ugly-looking clouds on the horizon, threatening doom in the near-future and there's still snow, that never really goes away in the dead of winter - but it's not snowing right ''now'', it's just overcast and cold. There might be an edge of jealous to accompany the next image, for Brieli's found something close to Monaco in the mountain's chill; tucked away in the weyr, down low in the caverns, where things are made and built, there's a humid green little jewel filled with plants and dirt and warmth that smells and feels ''green''. The goldrider is there, alone, working possibly. << She's free the rest of the day. >> Whether her rider is aware of this invitation or not, who knows.
+It's not snowing today at High Reaches - that's the impression that comes across the distance, borne on ocean tide to Vhaeryth from Iesaryth. There's definitely some ugly-looking clouds on the horizon, threatening doom in the near-future and there's still snow, that never really goes away in the dead of winter - but it's not snowing right ''now'', it's just overcast and cold. There might be an edge of jealousy to accompany the next image, for Brieli's found something close to Monaco in the mountain's chill; tucked away in the weyr, down low in the caverns, where things are made and built, there's a humid green little jewel filled with plants and dirt and warmth that smells and feels ''green''. The goldrider is there, alone, working possibly. << She's free the rest of the day. >> Whether her rider is aware of this invitation or not, who knows.
 With a spray of foam for the very idea - creeping at Hraedhyth's feet - Iesaryth finds herself with all the time in the world to sit by the lakeshore in the snow, watching and waiting for an opportunity to take a little trip up to the spires and back. They don't come often. << I have much time. >> Dimmed a touch for the reality of the situation, she is nonetheless pleased; pleased enough to offer the route without making anyone work for it - near where she lives, an entrance to the caverns, the home of the makers and growers, beyond that, lush plantlife. For that impression of Fort, there's longing, immediate and sharp. She wants to ''go'' already. She knows she can.

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 | log = A rustic and unadorned vestibule leads in from hewn spiral steps to a refitted ledge, enclosed by limestone pillars. Sturdy wooden framework captures elongated glass panes, tilted to absorb the most light during the day. The wash of heat from within, lush and humid, persists even into the dead of winter; the air is heady with the scent of fresh-turned soil and various flora.