Estovand

The world of ERO.

Months
The months are taught to children with a rhyme:

 The year stars as it always does, blistering cold 

 This is why the first month is named Wintershold 

 Blankets of white billow down in Snowvein 

 In time for the lambs to be born in Coldwane 

 Ploughvein is the month for the lands to be mown 

 So the grains can be bedded in the month of Seedsown 

 Everyone is out in the fields for Haymake 

 In Nettlevein pull weeds or the soil they’ll take 

 With full stomachs at last brings month eight; Harvesthold 

 In Grainmake through fingers run streams of pure gold 

 Leaves take to the skies in the month of Redfall 

 Bloodnight brings meat, if you string it up tall 

 Coldfall is the end of the year once again 

 May The Walker watch over and guard you from pain