Fortunately for Faith and her escort, winter was always pleasant as long as you didn't reach the Mountain of Perdition. Their trip took a detour just for this reason. They would have to travel through those portions eventually, but skirting the Forest of the Damned and saving it for the finish meant they would arrive at the Mountain of Perdition in the spring.
She had been a bit sad when she learned that her tour didn't include any of the villages belonging to the Springwood estate. Apparently, because people there already knew her, there was no need to reach those parts.
Faith had spent many nights alone in her tent trying to make those multicolored scales appear again on her skin. No luck. As always, all her attempts to be more than a simple girl were fruitless. Yeah, of course, she could talk to animals. But that was such a small part of what her mother could do. Also, not nearly enough to feel worthy of the Draconian legacy.