CHANGING WEATHER

In a place hidden from normal men, something ancient begins to stir.

Drakenbourg, Place where the Vedmaks gather. Mid-September… more like mid-May.

The witches` pass… the same. Everywhere plants grow.

Summer lasted longer than I wanted, the old man lifted his head, much longer.

"Varveten vor`wedun! Argoumen val` taeuren." Words echoe.

Everything changes. Everything.

"Vattaren."

The weather change… the White Frost is coming. White Frost… Fer Faidil…

The heat-wave of Faidil has engulfed the northern parts. Everything changes… Clothing styles change…

The climate spins. Village fall and raise.The Tsar is preparing for the worse. Half of the northern villages were covered in snow. The snow was falling for days without end.

Some house were entirely covered in snow, you could only see the top. The rivers froze.

After a few days the snow started falling again. The White Frost has truly come.

The changes started endangering everyone. The rusalka queen started thinking of moving her kingdom.

One of the forest creatures sought shelter in one of the neighboring villages.

"Be a good little villager and pray to the gods that the weather changes," it said on one occasion to a woman.

Even the forest the woodland spirits are covered in frost. Bad omens, they say.

Bad indeed. The weather started becoming worse and worse.

Until the frost god appeared:

"There must be balance with the weather. Just a few years of snow. You`ll get used to it."

And with that he continued down the road.