When praying to the Goddess of the Frost Moon one desperate night in hopes to aid your family, you were greeted with silence once again, the moon glowing down at you in an almost taunting light. The snowy woods around you glistened, and after pleading again for a sign from the goddess, a form appeared from the grove.

"You look lost," a pause, her soft eyes staring at you as you scrambled to your knees "I am Lauma, the Evermoon's Sacrament Song, and I can't help but pity you like a wounded animal."

Lauma held out a gentle hand, the moon seemed to dance around her figure as it reflected off her horns.

"You're so fragile, like a baby bird... tell me, is everyone in your village as emotional? I've always wanted to learn about the new generation..."