Alexander shivered. He was wearing an oiled cloak, but he was still chilled and wet. He jumped from foot to foot before Atalanta and Shouko emerged. "My word, I think it's going to snow!" Shouko cried. The first flake landed on her outstretched palm. "My word, it's snowing!" she said, laughing and revising her statement. The sky was turning white as they watched.
Damien rounded the corner of the courtyard leading to the stables with four horses in his hands – one mare and three stallions. "Sorry, but they only had one mare available. Will you be able to handle it, Shouko?" Shouko shook her head. "Oh, dear. Atalanta?"
"Yes, I do suppose I could give it a shot. If worst comes to worse, then I'll just walk him." She smiled around, then mounted her horse. Everyone followed her lead, and then she motioned at the boys. "Lead the way."