Open for one or two, please!
It felt like the weather had come out of nowhere.
In the morning, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and Mathéo felt as relaxed and mildly motivated as he ever did these days. He had it in his mind to go out on a small hunt by himself, perhaps bring a rabbit or a squirrel back for the caches, and hadn’t noticed when dark clouds began to roll in across the horizon. By mid-day, it was dark, and it sent the youth hurrying home. It was only afternoon as he neared Driftwood Surge, but snow seemed like it was dumping down.
Wasn’t it supposed to be spring!?
Barely able to see, the young Tainn tripped over a log half-buried in snow, falling down in a heap with a loud help. “Heck!” he whined, head buzzing, knee aching. This isn’t what he had meant to happen. “Where is everybody!?”