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[farfromthesea]

A 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.

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[facethetruth]

"Isn't everything here?" Sansa replies, though she's smiling a little as she does. So much about Darrow is different and strange in ways she's not sure she'll ever get used to; by now, she suspects that goes without saying. This sort of different, though, isn't such a bad thing. She's missed the weather of home, but not the oppressiveness of winter there. She saw her people through one of them, but it was no easy task, and she knows from the circumstances under which she arrived how difficult it would be to manage here, too. This — something shorter-lived, a pleasant chill in the air, decorations and lights marking the change of the season — is something she thinks she can enjoy, too.

"At least with this, it's a good sort of different."