the_seafarer: (always winter never Christmas)
Caspian X ([personal profile] the_seafarer) wrote2022-01-10 06:08 pm

[au] an early snow

It's only mid-autumn, as the Bar-year reckons, but one morning Caspian wakes early to find that the light coming through his window has that particular muted quality to it that only comes from sifting through clouds and a veil of snow.

And snow it is indeed, when he comes outside: it crunches pleasantly beneath his boots as his breath freezes in the air and his cheeks turn pink with the cold. Snow; and still it falls, silent and light.

He heads to the stables with the intention of finishing his chores quickly so he can let the horses out to frolic in it, whistling as he goes.
sai_delgado: (brown leather jacket)

[personal profile] sai_delgado 2022-01-10 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
She’d watched the snow fall through her window for a while, say true, before making her way outdoors through it. Susan discovers by the time she reaches the stable that she’ll need to find much warmer clothing for the winter here, and takes several moments to rub some warmth into her cold fingers before she even tries to tend the horses.