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Laun stood in the middle of the road in front of the gate into the Keep and held her arms out. Her head was back and her eyes closed as the little sharp points fell on her face and melted. The first snow had finally come and the flakes were big and fell slowly though the cold air.
Laun had been coming back from a walk to the gate-log to check in with the protectors there when she saw the first of the flakes sticking to branches above her head. The protector with her also had a wide smile, but showed they wanted to hurry back into the keep. She could not run, but Laun felt happy and wanted to share this with people.
Even as a slave, almost naked and shod in sandals, she had loved the first snow of the season. It was a change as the blanket covered the land, letting the plants sleep until the spring would warm and melt things again. And Winterberry jam.
She felt a little dizzy and opened her eyes and took a large breath to steady herself. She saw people coming in along the road and knew that whatever preparations they had been able to do were now done for the season. The big flakes were coming down harder and faster and Laun could feel that this first snow was to be at least up to her knees by morning, if not higher. »Read More