The snow truly was closing in, and the valley felt quiet and smaller. At times, if one looked out the window for the first time in a long time, the difference between the white sky and mountains was practically indecipherable.
Irene woke up at dawn, surprised that she was up earlier than usual, but decided to get a head start on her day. Perhaps she could warm herself up before she had to face apprentices. Feeling a burn in her body when the outside was so cold sounded like a good plan.
After she built up her fire a bit more and washed her face, she opened the thick, wool curtains that protected her room from the cold and was met with a strange sight. There was nothing in front of her window.
Or rather…?
Outside started moving, and the ground below her started to shake. She fell to her backside and felt a sense of deja vu. The situation felt familiar, and she recalled her time in the Sunstoian north.
