Autumn, 2178AC.
 
The leaves have begun to lose their viridian, summer luster. First, coming in patches of yellows and oranges, then reds and browns. A blanket of death coating the grass, the earth preparing for its seasonal slumber. Nature had gone quiet, critters squirreling rations away for the winter, readying themselves for the harsh time ahead.
 

 
The Realm of Delphina, too, slumbered quietly.
 

 
Winding streets of the capitol, Dal'Thala, were littered with laurels from parades celebrating the Crusade's victory and nature's reclamation of the isle north of Arcadia, as well as Monolith's ruins. The largely defensive nation turned sword of the righteous. Now, once more a wolf resting on its haunches. A successful hunt, on all accounts. 
 

 
In the silence, a missive was posted by the Duke of Nereides.
 

Quote:"To whom it may concern,
 
Winter fast approaches. A harsh, unforgiving season, not unlike the war our Realm has emerged from. One that begs you to inch closer to those who bring warmth into your life, to shy from the cold. As an ode to Spring, I invite you all to join me at my mother's tree, Aquantio, and share what brings you warmth.
 
What hopes, dreams, loves do you have? What has gotten you through these dark days? Let us revel in the reaping of what we sowed together.
 
Peace, born anew."
 
-- Duke-Marshal, Kalione Meandersong