Gainel the Dream King saw the flakes; he heard the happy shrieks of the children rise in an echo. The god did not feel, he only imagined, and faintly held a connection when people took part in his worlds. Midwinter was a celebration for Mithros, and people were inclined to exult. To ruin this representation and send harrowing images torn roughly from Chaos was unpardonable, but –
People rarely felt the night. When thought of, their minds conjured terrible things, like a sharp-beaked owl, or a hissing snake. But it truly held wonderful things, and Midwinter wasn't only about the Sun.