Centuries old, Winter Haven is the one haven for all changelings that once lived in the Valley of Amnora, though chased away in the rath of the Fates in the end The White Falcon reclaimed both the castle and their real home land around it. Perhaps not built to be best suited for war it was a divine place to live, from every wall a tapestry and upon every stone floor decorative rugs. Perhaps the most exquisite part of Winter Haven was how the light was produced. Toward the tops of the towers the highest in the least, were stone perches clasping about large metal balls. Each time a storm came, whether drawn by Daya herself or not, anything lightening that struck these orbs was sent down in amounts of electricity through small channels of water running all through out the castle and finally into crystal or glass orbs in the awaiting rooms. The electricity could last for ages at a time, of course a small bit of magic was needed of course but all for the benefit of less wasted on simply running lights. The currents run everywhere even into the outside areas where the fountains ran. (Of course the water wheel that kept them going also powered by this source) The gardens were lit easily by the various orbs among them making the castle and each of the life like carvings it harbors a most interesting place.
