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	[u]Weather[/u]: A full sky of white, backlit with morning sun. It's bright, but not directly so with the diffusion of total cloud cover. It is cold, with occasional gusts of wind and no precipitation to mar a rather clear day otherwise.   

   	[u]Time[/u]: We are in the full throes of morning. If you haven't risen and are shining, it is the best part of the day to both rise   
[i]and[/i] shine. 

	[u]Ambience[/u]: The warmth and comfort of the Coach House is contrasted by the unyielding cold of the countryside beyond its walls. The extra caloric fortification is likely to be greatly appreciated as the morning progresses. The land remains coated with a uncertain depths of snow from last night's storm, but now eerily quiet, as if the violent, pre-blizzard events never took place. Even peaceful, in its own way. Caution would be best paid when navigating the landscape away from the already trodden areas or the obvious pathways, as the snows have tended to fill hollows and stretch thinner along the tops of hills. The exception to this is apparent when one looks at the formidable drifts along buildings and gravevine frames. The latter of this, the posts and frames which hold dormant vines, still poke above the highest pilings of the frozen white stuff against them, showing darkened leaves and still grasping tendrils in the distance.  

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	[color=darkgray][i]"GAAHHH!"[/i][/color] gasped Lizbeth as the air was driven from her lungs. It wasn't the initial kick that got her thanks to the rugged durability of her breastplate (though that did hurt considerably), but the sudden jolting stop in the heaped snow. She had taken her lumps multiple times in the pursuit of learning this new craft, from her and from Urmdrus, but this one had a certain unexpected flare that seemed to touch a nerve. Mostly, the nerve that held the breath in her body. The silence following the initial gasp was worrying, but almost preferable to that first, wrenching pull of air back inside when she [i]could[/i] breathe. A moment or two later, she was able to right herself, panting, [color=darkgray]"Yeah, I'm fine. Really. Let's go."[/color] 

	Persons leaving the Rose River Vineyard will find that the path down to the main southern road of the Avonshire region, being a little higher than the land around it on one side and a touch removed from the hill on the other, wasn't exactly clear of snow, but level enough to navigate if one is careful. Drifts held along the hill side and seemed to extend the width of the path on the drop side, but the center is safe enough, so long as one keeps to it. This all seems quite on par with the storm from the night before. But in an interesting twist of circumstance, one will easily note that the depth and severity of snow decreases rapidly the farther one gets from the overall property. This persists until it becomes a respectable few, puffy inches upon the ground, easy to navigate on foot, by horse, or pulled, wheeled vehicle. It appeared that the worst of the storm was localized to the Vineyard grounds. 

        For those remaining on the Vineyard grounds, things have come to a near halt, at least in terms of outdoor traffic. It is next to impossible not to notice a path physically plowed through the snow by persons attempting to move from place to place, made evident by the steady trench carved out of the snow which connected Urmdrus's workshop/home, a nearby storage shed, and the Coach House. There also appeared to be some foot traffic around the Estate House and the beginnings of effort to remove some of the snow from the nearest walkways to the structure, the work in progress by two of the small domestic staff. 

        Otherwise, the area is a downright peaceful looking section of rural farmland, quietly holding onto something bloodsoaked and foreboding.

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