On the night of the new moon, while Ashlynn and Nyrielle danced the night away in the company of close friends and the families they had chosen, ripples of their actions were felt in the farthest flung corners of the Eldritch world.
Far to the west of the Vale of Mists, nestled deep in the Western Shield Mountains, a lone figure stood atop the Summit of the World, the tallest mountain in the Eldritch world. The air was thin and cold and only a faint breeze blew to ruffle the lone woman's pure white fur. Her iridescent horn glittered in the night, reflecting the light of more stars than could be seen from anywhere else in the world, but her deep crimson eyes held no joy at the glittering tapestry in the sky.
