The blizzard may have subsided, but the arduous journey seemed to drain the party more than ever before. The elements were always fighting against them. Evanna would prefer fighting a creature than this ongoing fight against never ending gusts of wind.
It was only now, as she hiked through the thick snow on the ongoing ascending hilltop, that she could appreciate the rest and little luxuries they enjoyed at the border town. Their clothing was thicker for the weather, bags heavier with food, and their bodies had recovered. The talk had reduced to only when it was necessary to do so.
Otherwise, too much energy was wasted, or their throats would feel scratchy after shouting to be heard over the wind. Still, none of them complained, and the evenings ended up being the moments Evanna loved the most.
