Morning broke over the remains with a pale, cold light. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the argentine sky, and frost had woven delicate lace across the broken monuments. Elara stirred from her restless sleep, her heart heavy with the question that had visited her dream What will you surrender? She rose stiffly, brushing snow from her cloak, and set up the white fox watching her, its amber eyes glistering with undecipherable depth.