[Child of the 7th Age]

Corrected crossposting:-- Losthuniel's post:

Celandine raised her mug of cider especially high at Branda's toast to the elves. She fidgeted a little, as another lump of snow in her clothing melted. She had tripped and fallen into the snow during the snowball fight, ad as a result, had snow packed down her back.

She shivered as the Innkeeper banged the door open, and announce that ther weather had just gotten worse. Celandine sighed. Not only did she hate the cold, one of her ponies, Cockleshell, detested snow. She winced at the thought of having to fight with her . Cockle was stubborn at the best of times.

The conversation at her table started up again. Everyone was talking about their families, and why they had come along. Many of them had siblings, either sick or young, that they were desperate to get food for.
She didn't really have a noble motivation to come along, aside from her sick Aunt May.
And Anston. She reminded herself he wanted me to go, even if he couldn't himself

Feeling her jaw crack with a huge yawn, Celandine suddenly realized tht they would have a early start tomorrow, whether they were scouting or now. Taking her leave, she winced as she stood up, for the snow around her collar melted, and went trickling down her bac. I suppose I'd better get used to it, she thought wryly. Setting her mug down on the table, she stumbled up the stairs and to her room.