Moonspear I'm all out of thread-naming patterns

Gently, she shook her head. No, it cannot be stopped, she said quietly, for the weather was one foe they could not overcome, so towards it, the proper reverence was in order whether she liked it or not. But it will end for the year in time. Give it a few turns of the moon and it will all pass again.. she promised. Some years it came sooner, others not but for all the time she had seen, it had always ended, eventually. Amekaze had never lived north enough to experience much worse than this; the notion of an everlasting winter did not suit her at all.

But I know the waiting is not kind, I do not care for it either, she sighed then, all too ready to agree. Winter would never be her favorite, no matter how many she saw come and go. I miss the new green growth, and warm humid nights most of all. Because the cold was not even the only complaint she had, but it certainly didn't help.