Chapter Twenty-One
Facing the Elements
Iarion struggled to put one foot in front of the other through the snow, which came up to his knees. It had begun falling fast and thick shortly after they turned their backs on the Direlings’ wood, adding to the steadily increasing amount that was already on the ground as they traveled north. Overhead, the gray clouds hung low in the sky, blotting out the sun. Iarion struggled to see the backs of Silvaranwyn and Feoras ahead of him. He shivered almost constantly now. His cloak and boots, which were suitable for the mild winters of Middle Lasniniar, were poor protection from this harsh climate. He felt yet another gust of snow blow inside the hood of his cloak. It landed against his jaw, slithering an icy path down his neck. He tried to ignore it, f
