Sarella could feel the cold despite her thick fur-lined cloak, woollen gown, and thick linen shirt underneath. She watched with amazement as snowflakes fell. Sarella outstretched her hand in curiosity. They felt cold and wet on the skin. The journey so far had been thankfully peaceful and without much trouble, aside from two small storms. They had stopped in Braavos to resupply, before continuing westward. She had spent most of her time on the ship reading about the North and its history. There was not much interest in northern history in Dorne, so the maesters scarcely taught the lords and ladies beyond the barest necessary basics. The citadel was scarcely better, but some books could be found on the subject.