[Sunsets over Moonlight]

. . .
2114AC
. . .
How peaceful is Her winter. Restful in wait for spring's rejuvenation, yet the temperature drops and foreboding blizzards loom across the horizon line following foreign arrival. All of Meranthe stirs, crimson dotting the blankets of white snow as if it rained from the heavens above. Now, chaos sweeps to the northern stretches of the land, its forms varied, known and unknown. Too close to home, however, disrupting the stillness and silence that Her realm sits within. Verdant cloaks mobilize after a slightly delayed beat, catching up once a battalion received orders to deploy east. Always friendly, the quiet neighbor to the Realm of Delphina situated on the small isle won't stand alone.
 
Of note, it is the first bold command given on such a scale by the realm's heir. No fanfare accompanies their mobilizing call to the Elzara. If caught publicly, it is curt, simple:
 

"Make the assumptions that feel best. Inklings of that which stains Her lands will be washed away by a storm's fury. Be as kind and merciful as a gale. Strike true, Leafblades, against all is Her enemy."

Objective:
Defend and aid Nylfheim