I woke the day after the party to a flurry of activity outside. It had snowed, thick white blankest covering courtyards as bales of hay were brought in and winter kitchens were put together to store and preserve food throughout the cold months. In a days time there would be tents all throughout the royal grounds, providing warm areas for outside exercise and for food preservation and banquets. It was now truly the winter moon.
The snow didn't slow throughout the day, coming hard and strong, heavier than I could remember it falling throughout my childhood. It had been a long bitter rainy season, so the biting cold and additional snow seemed to make sense. It was a shame that instead of worrying about having enough rain we were already worried about floods and land slides, but there was no
