Blackfoot Forest spring swaps snow for leaves

Mercy wasn't tired. If anything, she was filled with an animus which flavored her every action and reaction. The man, Glaukos, had kept their pace up at a clip which was not sustainable to everyone in their party, and the girl was furious with him — as well as tired, and hungry, and a touch overwhelmed.

The world around them turned from desert to grassland, and from grassland to swamp, and now it was choked with trees and cloistered by mountains! She had never seen such things before; adding to that, there was snow falling sparsely around them, and what should have been a beautiful scene was more doom and gloom to Mercedes.

The flecks looked more like ash than snow, not that she knew what either was like.

Are we to sleep here? She called to Glaukos, and busied herself beside Djinn to make sure the elder was comfortable, before focusing wholly on the brooding man.