Winter

The weather in London was dreary and cool. Beyond the veil that separated the realms the afternoon in the Seelie lands was fair. Not too warm, but not unfavorable, either, it was comfortable as Willy and Winter made their way through the stonelands where great granite pillars stood, jutting up out of the plain. Amongst the pillars grew June-thorn bushes. It was the end of the fruting season and much of the sweets had either been eaten by others or had dried on the vine. Some were servicable, though- one just needed to take the time to look.

"I do wish the ingredients for your potion were a bit easier to come by, my friend," Willy said as he gently pushed some brambles aside to peek beneath the leaves.