Beams of sunlight begin to weave through the large ancient trees of the forest, as the sun rises in the East. The light touches Rasmus’s eyelids, causing him to awaken from his sleep-like rest. Not fully asleep, but unconscious enough to regain energy with his senses still alert.
As his eyelids rise and he takes in his surroundings he sees a most amazing sight. Something he is sure, few have been ever been able to witness. In front of him the witch is completely asleep on the soft moss that makes up the majority of the forest floor. Mystara is laying on her side facing him with her hair, jewelry, cleavage, and skirt all leaning to the side as well. Encircling around her and covering her skin is a light crystallized layer of frost. It looks like a beautiful silver blanket covering her ent
