Cinnamon Bun

Chapter Five Hundred and Thirteen - Oh, the Weather Outside is Frightful

We had seventeen days before the wedding, and the rain of the previous few days returned as snow.

It started in the early morning. We were all aboard the Beaver, getting ready to take off for the morning and enjoying some warm beverages to ward off the bit of a chill that had picked up overnight when I heard Awen gasp.

Looking outside of our dining area, I could make out a few fat snowflakes gently drifting down from a slightly overcast sky.

"That won't change our plans much," Amaryllis said. "Though if it is likely to be cold on the day of the wedding, we might want to look into renting or finding some braziers that we can set up in the plaza to keep people warm."

"Can we find some that are smokeless?" I asked. "We wouldn't want to ruin the vibes if there's a bit of wind and suddenly everyone is coughing."

"That's a strange consideration, but I can see where you're coming from," Amaryllis said. She rubbed her chin, then nodded. "I'm quite certain there are magical braziers available. I remember seeing some in the Harpy Mountains. We have enough time to source a few."

With that said and done, we continued breakfast (It was oatmeal and granola with a sprinkling of a sweet sauce that was a little bit like maple syrup but not as thick or sweet or yummy). Outside, the occasional drifting snowflake became a faint flurry of snow carried by the wind, and by the time we were stepping out to get on with our day's work, the snow had turned constant.

I was halfway to Booksie's place when I realized that this first snowfall of the year might also keep. It was starting to pile up on rooftops and street corners, and while a lot of the snow was melting on contact with the ground, some of it was sticking around.