Don't worry, Herc. If Merrill gets buried, she'll pop out of the snow like- well, like a daisy, honestly. The path is appreciated, though, and she is careful to try and stay in his footsteps where they pack the snow down further. It isn't too terribly difficult, with snow keeping his strides from being as long as they might otherwise be.

"That's true. But they hadn't always felt so... prominent before they happened. At least, not for me."

But Merrill never could have guessed what would happen, even when she'd known something was going to.

She does laugh, though, shaking her head as she reaches down to scoop up some snow.

"We always did seem to find ourselves in weird situations. We even went to the Black Emporium!"