“Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.” m.aurelius

 “It was morning again and the air was light and sweet. Silver hoarfrost cloaked golden leaves, and cobwebs were wreathed upon dewy grass and shrubs. There was a hint of snow on distant hills on the moor-side of this place, and to both sides of the slim river that moved between the harvested fields bloomed winter flowers.”

― Chiara Kilian, The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits