Iylldrraen welcomed Aelena once more, draping an arm around her shoulders, holding her close, supporting her just as much as himself. For once, with her, he could lower his guard just a bit, he could show a sign of being mortal. He could feel himself breaking as they trekked up the concealed path, a distance from the main road. It was quiet, and one could easily hear the soft howl of the wind. There were no other creatures here, as though they understood how sacred this site was. The duo wove through a dense copse of trees, then around a deceptively placed boulder which, being as caked with snow as it was, appeared to be apart of the large hill behind it, when it actually left about three feet of space to the entrance of a small cave. Lit with a single torch, which burned surprisingly warm and bright, the cave led up, to a perfectly hewn stairway. Finally at the top was the large, open space of the Wintersaber monument. Iylldrraen paused once more, feeling suddenly confined by that thick, tight leather armor of his, though unable to do anything about it. Despite all of the snow, the area was immaculate. Surrounded by a thick ring of trees, while the ground was covered in some sort of mulch. The druid nodded approvingly, admiring the Winter Riders for their dedication to ensure that even the remains of the deceased sabers would help provide nourishment to this beautiful land. He was soon able to spot Tantum’s burial site, spotting the elvish script from even thirty yards away.<br/><br/>He looked sidelong to Aelena once more. “There it is.”<br/><br/>Though he spoke, he did not move. His eyes drifted, traveling from one marking stone to the next, to the next, examining sabers from so many generations. Though it was a small site, for only a handful of Wintersabers ever became mounts, it was still a somber feeling, for this small group of sabers were equal to an entire graveyard of soldiers. Not only that, but, from his perspective as a defender of the natural order of this world, the Wintersabers were not replaceable. He’d actually been one of the many druids and shaman to speak out to keep them in Winterspring during the wars when other races wanted to exploit their prowess. Oddly though, the air was not as frigid up here. It felt warm. It felt calm.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>