She pulled her fur cloak closer, but it was in vain. Even under layers of thick clothes, she felt the chilling bite of cold. Every gust of wind was like sharp knives on her bare face. Her mare looked at ease as she trudged through the snowy road. That was not a big surprise since Dream had been born and raised in the North. Cerenna had never seen so much white before in her life, and she would probably be enjoying the exquisite view if she was not freezing.