Up The Water Spout

Jynn agreed that it would be in their best interests to start heading back and Dagrún nodded. She'd feel better if they had some safe shelter nearby but they didn't. She cast one last look at the pool. Steam continued to rise up from it, mixing with the falling snow in a strange and beautiful dance illuminated by the soft morning light. The wind picked up and Dag shuddered. Yea, definitely time to get moving. She turned and scrambled after Jynn. While it was technically the end of autumn, the sharp coolness in the air was a distinct reminder of the coming of winter.