"Why are they taking so long?" Helen dropped the blade of grass and glanced towards the direction where Jimma and Mich had disappeared some hours ago.
The sun was slithering down from the leaves, gulping what chill was remaining in the afternoon air and leaving the forest with a warmth that was totally unpleasant. Winter was taking so long, not that anyone wanted it though, but it was taking so long. And it's as if something or someone was hindering it. It's hard to tell, especially since there were no scholars or mages or seers to predict the weather. Last winter had been bad enough that most people wanted summer all year round, but that was wishful thinking. Not with the increasing heat and the scorching sun. There have been stories about people that could control the weather, powerful
