*At the mention of snow, Arcxsus arched a brow.*<strong>Very rare, but not unheard of. As an early snow often means a harsh winter. A bad omen, to be sure.</strong>*His frown deepened as he leaned back, again looking to the window, which the shadow had skittered across earlier. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, settling his worries and easing the smile back on to his face. Fright would do no one any good.*<strong>I'm sure we are amply prepared. The two past harvests have yielded quite a crop. No need to worry any more than about the snow frazzling your hair my dear.</strong>