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Nov. 30th, 2019 01:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
farfromtheseaA proper winter seems to be coming to Darrow at last, and while Theon will miss the long days of warmth, he finds the coming chill and dusting of snow to be gentle. Just enough snow blankets the ground to give the fields and grass a cover, and paints the trees silver. The paths, however, stay clear and dry, and the cold itself only requires light winter wear-- woolen jackets and scarves and gloves.
Theon enjoys it despite the tiny whisper in the back of his head, and then on days like this, when he walks with Sansa through the park, the whisper disappears. There are vendors here and there, and it seems on a day like this that there's often a tiny market to be found too.
Even now, he can hear music being played somewhere, bright and tinkling.
"The further we get into winter here, the more I think the place is determined I enjoy it," Theon admits to Sansa, as they cross over a bridge, pausing at the highest point. "It's different, isn't it?" There's a whoop of delight from below as children skate under the bridge.
Theon enjoys it despite the tiny whisper in the back of his head, and then on days like this, when he walks with Sansa through the park, the whisper disappears. There are vendors here and there, and it seems on a day like this that there's often a tiny market to be found too.
Even now, he can hear music being played somewhere, bright and tinkling.
"The further we get into winter here, the more I think the place is determined I enjoy it," Theon admits to Sansa, as they cross over a bridge, pausing at the highest point. "It's different, isn't it?" There's a whoop of delight from below as children skate under the bridge.
