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The sun was low in the sky, but that wasn't odd for this time of year. Father Sun set early in the coldest months and left the world in darkness much earlier. Morwenna had wandered down to the gardens to take advantage of the quiet nature that winter brought on. She had forgone her shoes so she could remain in touch with nature and had walked through the school barefoot. Outside it was much colder, but she enjoyed walking on the cold ground. On the farm where she lived, she routinely climbed into the goat pens barefoot, sinking to her shins in the mud. The cold was no stranger to her and she routinely went barefoot at home. As she walked through the gardens, she observed the dead and slumbering plants, stooping down observe them closer. The blonde spoke quietly to the plants and wished they might speak back. Something in her mind told her that she was supposed to be here, a faint memory of the gardens in winter lingering in the back of her mind. With a small smile, she hummed a tune as she walked through the sleeping garden before coming to rest on a bench. Wenn tucked her feet up under her, using her body to warm her soles while she observed the gardens. Whatever drew her here would become apparent soon, that much she was aware of.

Morwenna's eyes had been closed, the girl simply enjoying the cold breeze brushing through her hair. Meallan's voice cut through her meditation and the blonde opened her blue eyes to look upon her friend. They were a strange deep blue that were a far cry from her normal bright eyes. This must be why she was out here tonight, why her vision drew her out here on the crisp winter's eve. "Oh Mea, ye must be me fate out 'ere today," she said, uncurling her feet from beneath her to set them down on the cold ground. He asked her if she wanted to help him build a snowperson out in the garden, which caused the blonde to tip her head to the side. "Wot a barmy twist o’ fate it be, bein’ pulled out to build a snowperson! But I reckon that was me fate fer the evenin’, ’tis." A smile crossed her face and her eyes lightened to her bright blue, seeming to dispel the darkness across her. Carefully, she made the signs for the words she knew. "I think that would be fun." Still smiling widely, Wenn said, "’Tain’t brilliant, but I be startin’ to learn me sign language." Walking over to her friend, Morwenna looked around to find a decent place for their snowperson to be assembled, then glanced back to Mea. "Where do 'ee fancy buildin' it?"

When Meallan commented that he hoped it wouldn't be bad fate and that he'd never been someone's fate before, the blonde smirked and said, "Fate be a proper odd thing, innit?" He commented on her bare feet and she glanced down at them, as if this was the first time she'd been aware she was barefoot. Tipping her head to the side, she shrugged and stuck her feet straight into the snow. It was cold, but no colder than the late autumn mud in the goat pens. "I think I'll be right as rain. 'Tisn't no colder than tha' autumn muck." Wenn giggled, then followed Mea over to where he wanted to build the snowperson, considering what kind of person she'd make. Perhaps it she could find some sticks, she could add antlers and make them look like a druid. That would be fun! She watched as Mea tugged his mittens on then started to gather up a big snowball. Looking down at her own hands, she frowned a little. She stuck her hands into her pocket and pulled out a pair of woolen gloves, which she pulled onto her hands. "These be havin' a dryin' charm cast on 'em, so they’ll keep me fingers all dry, they will!" Then she stooped down to help Mea gather snow for the base of the snowperson.