[*Varda*]

Riding alone, and thinking silently to herself, Rosanna looked around her. Although having talked to Reed, Eorlyn and Jisela, she hadn’t talked to any of the men on this journey yet. Strange, Ros thought to herself, since she generally preferred the company of men to women, Morgan being her only real female friend. Ros’ horse continued to walk through the falling snow – this was no time to be riding, surely. Ros still felt it would have been best to stay and ask around a bit, but seeing some of the tension this idea caused, she had felt it a good idea not to mention it again.

The snow kept whirling down, biting at Ros’ skin, despite wrapping her cloak tight around her. Her cheeks were soon tinged with pink, getting redder as the snow continued to drive at her face. It seemed the rest of the group were equally worse off, as they all seemed to be huddling from the snow, and desperately hoping to reach somewhere warm soon. It seemed a terrible thing to have been so warm back in the cosy inn, and then forced to go out into the freezing cold. Still, Ros consoled herself, trying not to grumble too much to herself, it was for good reason. In any case, the journey to the next inn could not be very long. A long journey in this weather would be suicide. Appeasing herself with this thought, she stared straight ahead of them, peering through the snow, and contented herself by thinking of the meal ahead of them, and hopefully a warm bed.