From the Proterii Kniga

[mishalak]

The iron grip of winter in its soft glove of snow closes around the Shadow Mountains. This is the true season of the region, when the landscape seems most at ease with itself. Against the perfect white of snow the dark branches of the Frost Apples stand like burnt orchards with their bounty of burgundy fruit. Amid these groves the Umpyir often come to dance in the moonlight or feast on sunny days when the light is harsh like diamonds aflame.