Book 17: Moving On

Aris

Four Months Later…

It never snows in Veiled Valley, even in the winter. At least, it shouldn’t be snowing. Rain, yes. It rains often. So often, honestly, that I can tell what time it is just based on how the storm clouds begin to roll over the mountains with the promise of our nightly thunderstorms.

But snow?

I stare out the window at the silver landscape, narrowing my eyes at the guards posted at the gate. They’re just as confused as I am, but at least they’re enjoying it.

“I think it’s a ridiculous name, but Soren has his heart set on it,” Maeve says from somewhere behind me with a deep sigh. “Can you imagine naming a child after a fruit?”

“Is he particular to clementines?” Brie asks with a small laugh.

“No, he do