You're still waiting for inspiration to strike as winter settles over the city, riming the tiled rooftops with frost. The icicles that hang from gutters and bits of roof and balcony glitter appealingly. Less appealing are the icy drips where gutters have frozen and flooded, and the skinned-over mud puddles awaiting a careless step.
Salar stops by to see you one afternoon when you're wrestling with the blank page. "I've been exploring Medaris," Salar says, flopping down to sit on your bed while you turn your chair to face him. "It's huge compared to where I grew up. It certainly makes a person who's new to the city feel small."