In the Northern Lands, before the morning mist had cleared, the first thing to awaken in the Jade Forest was the dew clinging to the trailing roots of the Ancient Rong Tree. Those crystal-clear droplets slid down webs of moss, where they were deftly caught by an Antlered Maiden with a pottery jar before they could touch the ground. She walked barefoot over ground covered in Evening Primrose, each petal unfurling in the morning light like a tiny umbrella, marking the path for the dew-gathering teams that would soon arrive.
