It was the first snowfall of the season. The druid sat on his cairn and meditated, attempting to augur the coming season.Sometimes first snows were weak, with wet flakes that melted into rain before they’d even touched the earth. Other times they were carried on fierce blizzard winds that tore through the valley like a dragon.
This snowfall was neither destructive nor hesitant, and the dancing white drifts promised a good winter: A time to rest without fear.The druid stood, mindful of the ice-slick rocks, and headed to the village to spread the news before a warm fire.

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