The snow and frost now gone.

Winter’s freezing touch had died away.

Morrigan could at last rest. Summoning the spirits to rid the land of the icy cold and frost had drained her, leaving her exhausted, but the work had been worth it.

The trees could bloom and the dirt could soften. Birds could return to build their nests and the rabbits and hairs could leave their burrows. The smell of fresh air, pine and blooming flowers covered the woods while the river ran free. But for Morrigan, it had been a day of hard work. She lay down in the cool, shuddering grasses, the dark green tendrils brushing against her dry skin. Her bright red hair and evergreen cloak fanning out as she brushed her hand against the new blades of spring grass. She closed her eyes and felt the deep, peaceful taking hold.

Her work was done.