The blistering cold winds that had rushed about all Cylus, let out a dull roar, promising to continue its presence for many more seasons. It threw about the snow like a million fluttering white butterflies, dancing about in all directions. Within the stark whiteness of it all, was a figure that could be faintly made out. She moved slowly but surely, taking every step in the thick snow with patience. As she emerged through the opaqueness of layered white, it could be seen that she was an elderly woman, bent over and clutching a walking stick by the middle - not for use, but perhaps for security. Her light blue eyes shone as she looked up and it could perhaps be felt, that those very eyes had seen many things - awful and wonderful.
'My lady Vralna...' A young voice rang out over the gushing wind.
One of her hand maidens had waited for Lady Vralna to complete her daily walk, she offered her hands for support. The handmaiden, a young Ellune girl called Esira, had waited patiently under Lady Vralna's instructions. The freezing cold was beneficial to her joints, many of her doctors would advise, as would walking each day. Lady Vralna was not so stubborn to ignore the advice and if it was not for her both her handmaidens' urging, she may have decided to lay in that morning.
Vralna took the handmaiden's arm with thanks, leaning her weight some what. As the handmaiden lead her on a few more steps, a male Ellune suddenly appeared out of nowhere. And kept walking, carrying a snow cap filled with food. He nodded his head deeply toward Lady Vralna as he passed by. Soon, other Ellune walked by from all directions as buildings all around could be made out at the same time that the snow storm began to wane and clear. A few moments later and the storm seemed to have regressed to a light dusting. Around them was revealed to be a wonder for all eyes - Treidhart.
The pair were walking away from the main square of Treidhart where Lady Vralna had completed her walk. The foot of the adjacent mountains could just be made out on either side of them, and in front, the entrance to the Hall of Statues. Lady Vralna and her handmaiden continued her walk over the bridge and there was no chatter - which was unusual. But it was an important day today - for the Elder's were to visit Treid's tomb in person to pay their respects. Each year, Lady Vralna had paid her respect and each year, Treid remained...exactly where he was.
At the entrance to the Hall, the guard of the Ellune clicked their boots and straightened their backs more than what was thought to be possible. Wind rushed by them as they walked through the entry tunnel and the sounds of echoed voices beyond grew louder. The Hall of Statues opened out before them in all of its glory, with every support of its enormously high ceiling, personified by a statue of Treid himself, bearing the weight of all of the hopes and dreams of the Ellune - even in his state of comatose.
As Lady Vralna entered, a group of Elder's had formed groups, talking quietly amongst themselves as they waited to be called to enter the tomb. Some noticed Lady Vralna's entrance and nodded respectfully, while a few others eyed her. She took a few slow steps into the Hall and waited for her second handmaiden.