Peaceful Farming (32)

By the time they reached the greenhouse, the snowfall had begun to ease, but the damage was already done. Snow had piled up so high against the structure that only the topmost glass panes remained visible, their surfaces frosted over. One section near the eastern side had cracked under the sheer weight of the drifts, a jagged spiderweb of fractured glass glinting in the weak winter light. Arpious' jaw tightened at the sight.

"This storm didn't hold back," she muttered, gripping the handle of her shovel.

Elara's son pressed a gloved hand against the buried door. "It won't even budge."