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There wasn't much to do while in recovery, though thankfully this time was much different than when she'd first come to Haven. She had actual skills at her disposal, and goals beyond simply relearning to walk; and thankfully, one of such goals was easily worked while stationary. She'd gathered several different materials the day prior to work on improving her art techniques. Laurel knew that only a certain caliber would be accepted for the book that would come to cradle all of Serellian within its pages; she wasn't quite there yet. But that wouldn't stop her. There were always ways to improve, and of all things, Laurel at least wanted to help develop this. To leave a lasting pawprint on this project, and one beautiful enough to be worthy of it. Now she pawed her materials closer to herself and examined them all. Leaves, for texture; a clump of fresh moss; her new paintbrushes. She flipped open the paints she used for her everyday work and gazed at them all. Each item was a tool, if

Year 4 Month 0 P.C. Babylon Winterfest was a strange time to be trying Babylon. Not that the world cared whether it was Winterfest or not. Winterfest had not slowed the sap demi; Winterfest had not deterred Wraith from appearing. And all things considered, it felt very fitting for Tidefrost to stand before the tower now, during the second coming of the first festivities she’d witnessed since waking from her torture. How different she was. The Tidefrost who had given paltry participation in the first Winterfest had been a shell; broken, missing a part of her soul, stripped of her title and forsaken by the auma and strength she’d spent months, years, fighting for. Today, she brimmed with power once more. If she thought about it, she was likely at the point now that she had been before Wraith. It had taken much more time to accumulate such strength, but after what she had survived, it seemed a mercy to have it all. Fifteen others didn’t. It wasn’t hard to guess what the tower