The frozen steppe grew harsher with every step.
They decided to keep moving through the night, afraid they might not wake up if they stop.
Eyes misted, asaulted by the minuscule particles, the gleeful air threw at them.
"Forest," the ranger pointed out. "Hopefully we can take shelter there!"
As soon as they stepped in, the few children of the caravan heard tinkling, like bells.
Soon, to the dismay of uncomprehending adults, they were laughing and dancing deeper into the trees, led by the sound.
The sorceress followed, almost enchanted.
"My children. Are you warm now?" a soothing voice asked.