10. A Blizzard Morning

Morning.

A fierce blizzard had sprung up.

After returning from the Temple of Elinol, where they had spent five days, Tarmin found that winter was now asserting its claim in earnest. The morning sunlight was soft and bright, but the winter wind rattling the windows was savagely harsh.

Whooooosh! Thinking he should reinforce the windows of his own house later, Tarmin opened his mouth.

“Ahh.”

Then he took a mouthful of the omelet Enya fed him.

“Is it good?”

“Mm. It’s not bad.”

Enya let out a relieved sigh.

The omelet she had made looked terribly clumsy, but the seasoning with salt and pepper was decent, and it could just about pass for an omelet...