Arhan stood motionless, watching the sun rise over the far peaks, squinting as its light struck his eyes. He blinked several times before glorying in the sight before him, the way the light made the snow come alive with color, sparkling in an array of beauty that he never grew tired of. He was a creature of the snow, and its beauty never failed to stir his soul.
He glanced back over his shoulder, checking on the others. Some were still asleep, some digging in their packs to find dried food to start the day. They had found a rock wall that enclosed them on three sides, protection and shelter both.
He had used his powers to heat the rock face occasionally, keeping them warm enough to weather the night in relative comfort.
His glance moved over to Lestor, who was leaning against one wall,
