Winter had come. Winter had settled over the castle, and Meadow didn’t really know how to feel about that. If it was going to be here, then why wasn’t it more… winter-y? Why wasn’t she seeing snow settling over the landscape like it did in her books? Why was it so rainy and soggy and wet? Why wasn’t it… why wasn’t it better? Why wasn’t it picturesque? She found that it had put her in a bit of a sour mood, something unusual for the typically cheerful young girl. Instead of being her usual self, she was feeling pretty grey.
She tucked herself away in the greenhouse, among the herbs and the flowers, was one way to cope. Right, coping like this couldn’t be too bad, at least in her mind. It was still warm in here, as the building had been designed for. Still warm, but as the winter winds kicked up, she could still feel the cold in some spots. That couldn’t be good for the plants. No, it couldn’t be good at all. That wouldn’t do. Meadow’s brow furrowed. She had to do something about that.
Through the blustery winter day, she traipsed back inside the castle. Her shoulders hunched against the wind as she finally made it inside. She moved to the communal stores of crafting supplies, carefully walking through them. Meadow chewed on her lower lip as she thought about it. Examining each material, trying to figure out what she could take that would do the job, but also what she could take that wouldn’t be missed. Couldn’t take anything too important, right? Hm. Settling on a piece of rawhide that was too awkwardly shaped to do much with, as it had several large pieces cut out of it, Meadow decided that it would do what she needed. As she’s about to head back out to the greenhouse, though, she’s stopped by a small voice.
