Northstar Vale grainbloom

❝Mhm,❞ Zulema only caught her brother's words as she finally had found her mother, the source of the song, wondering if she missed pieces of a conversation.

She thought the snow was beautiful, but cold nipping at her feet wasn't as pleasant as watching the specks of white fall. Zulema stepped over towards her mother, looking upwards beside her and at the sky. The usually blue heavens were now a shade of grey it seemed while the snow fluttered down. It felt magical, the vale seemed like a different world under such a tiny blanket of white.

❝Is this goin' to happen a lot?❞ She couldn't decide how she would feel if her mother said yes.

It was cold, but she was fascinated by it.