"Goodness, it's cold..." Miresa shivered as she tromped through the snowy forest. Deep down, she wished she were not the apprentice that had to get the firewood.
"If you're wishing for warm weather, I see one sign spring is on its way." Arune assured Miresa as she pointed out a small crocus bud peeking through the snow.
Miresa examined the tiny blue-purple flower and smiled--soon, the snow would be gone for another year, and the trees would get new leaves.
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