It was a rather frost bitten day for him, as he untangled the collected bundles of cotton within the corner of the old, contained den. His focus spent upon the cotton as every thread, every twisting string pulled away from the hardened leaves. Casting the removed un shaping forms of white within the corner's reach, where an un-neat pile of material lied still. As he removed the last of the cotton forms from their confinements, a hefty sigh escaped from his lips. He blinked, and his eyes looked to the lighted day outside of the ragged doorway. Orangemoon was here, taking away the heat, thieving with the warmth that lied upon the vessel's backs. All that remained was cold and sunshine. Frostfall would come, it would nip at their flesh and hair. Bringing unwelcoming storm and disease with it. Farenjer would have to collect material and make sure it was prepared for weaving into blankets or other luxuries. It was rather a boring and time consuming task, not much reward in it, except when it was time to start weaving that the traders wouldn't have to begin from the start. Tomorrow the apprentice would plan to begin weaving this raw material into sorted, white threads. Hopefully afterwards, he could have enough time to come to Crowley and speak about a training session, so the Weaver wouldn't become so weighted with the task to create all those needing orders.

The lightning stallion began moving forward, advancing to the light of day. Where the cold air met his skin, and sunshine poured on his back with tiny amounts of warmth. He looked to the springs, perhaps a nice dip would welcome strength and refresh his mind. Ever since the meeting with Lena, he seemed to be up and about before his work and after it. He couldn't help but be out more often than before in the heat waves. Slowly, he made his way to the hot springs where several other unicorns were, resting. As he began dipping his hooves within the heated waters, the calling went off. He arose his head, and backed away from the springs, turning his sight upon the Aurora Basin Lady. She was summoning? The creation tier? That meant he wouldn't be the only one who would come forth. He noticed several heads turn towards Illynx. But none stirred. Briefly frowning, he turned around, in a normal pace, he gathered with the Lady and listened to what she had to say.

Most urgent she spoke of? Finally, some work he could do. It was an open window of opportunity. Farenjer would be working with his brethren in some urgent matter. What could it possibly be? Certainly not about any of the Frostfall matters. No... It must be something new. The apprentice rose his head up, and uttered loyal words "I am at your command. What an opportunity to show my loyalty to the Basin." He tipped his head in respects to Illynx. Now curious to see who would come and who wouldn't. Then they would finally get down to business, and Farenjer would just see what this mistress had to offer for him. With this task, he could represent the Basin, and be approved by more and more unicorns that he passed by everyday.

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