They slept, not well, but dry and warm, pressed against each other in the tight confines of her little shelter. The rain stopped pounding after a while; she woke at one point to see a half-moon illuminating snowflakes falling.
When the sun rose, the world was wet, branches were broken, and parts of the world were still coated in ice. Deline pulled on an extra tunic and made sure her boots were dry and clean.
“It’s Spring,’” Carrone complained. “Don’t you people here know what spring is?”
“It’s the time when sometimes it snows and rains in the same day, and the temperatures swing from very warm to very cold without stopping to ask anyone’s pardon. There’s a reason – there’s several reasons – we’re the bear Empire.” Continue reading