Runes of Fate

Isa

Ice, cold. Wait, don't run, don't rush. Spring will come and the rivers frozen by the frost will become gurgling streams again, but for now it's winter. This is not death and the end, it's a short pause, planning, observation before active actions and attack. No matter how paradoxical it may sound, don't strike while the iron is hot. Wait, draw a very precise sketch and only then, having lit the fire again, forge your horseshoe of happiness. Don't be a hot-tempered teenager - you need to grow up.