The day began with a faint frost glazing the farmhouse windows, casting delicate patterns across the glass. After a hearty breakfast, Elara proposed a thorough check of the root cellar, a task essential to maintaining the farm's winter sustainability.
Arpious took the lead, descending the wooden steps with a lantern in hand. The cellar was cool and dim, the air tinged with the earthy scent of stored vegetables and dried herbs. The shelves, lined with jars of preserves, sacks of grains, and crates of root crops, were a testament to their hard work during the harvest season.