Hibernal Equinox

The journey is arduous. After St. Hart sends Dahlia on her way, there is still quite a path to traverse, and her voyage is only just starting. 

Dandy effortlessly buzzes around her, chirping in delight for being able to get out to do something after so much time cooped up inside their house. She isn't proud to state that, but Dahlia's got to admit she's neglected her pippet's needs to get out in her fierce intent to stay inside the whole season, then complain about her days consisting of utter boredom. While the Gnut happily floats around the pouflon - still no sign of his energy ever getting drained because of the cold journey up the mountain - Dahlia feels tired, and worn out, and like she's freezing solid. The stop at Firstden was able to help her get the remaining energy she needs to maybe finish the trek up the cold mountain, but she'd barely had time to enjoy the festivities or drink a warm beverage to help her keep going, before the harsh hammer of duty made her abandon the lovely town to keep going up. It is an unique opportunity, to be able to visit such an otherwise reclusive community, and she can only hope there's still time for her to enjoy her time up at Firstden when this St. Veti mess is over. 

It's not that she regrets accepting the commission (or rather, the favour, since she's not even getting paid for this), she only wishes the time window was a little bigger. She grumbles in annoyance when a lump of particularly frozen snow catches on her hoof. 

"I just hope there's still time." She mumbles at no one in particular - especially since Dandy is high up in the air, no doubt unbothered by the howling wind that assails every other visiting lon that managed to get themselves up to that point. Just then, Dahlia spots a wafting trail of smoke curling up in the air, hard to see because it is almost immediately spread out to near nothing by the harsh breeze. Has she arrived at her destination, at last?