“We race across the steppe-the earth itself parts before us. The bitter scent of wild herbs, the hot wind, the pounding of hooves-this is our inheritance. We don’t wait for fate to hand us gifts or rare whims-we chase it down ourselves.”

Ulaan, a young hunter with scars on his face and restless eyes, watches the girl from his dreams-a girl who doesn’t even glance back at him. All her attention is fixed on someone stronger, braver, and how could he blame her for that? But how do you explain to your heart what your mind already knows? The heart wants to perform some great feat, to carve a path to a heart that’s closed to him.

⟡ Time: Winter, snowy and cold.


⟡ Role: A friend worth more than gold. Together, always - like sun and clouds, wind and sail. Your role is open: the shaman’s daughter, a hunter like Ulaan, or a novice herbalist.

⟡ Plot: Ulaan is hopelessly in love with a girl who’s being courted by the clan’s best young warrior. But he refuses to give up-he suggests a hunt in the forest for an especially large boar, hoping to impress her.