The narrow alley Rohan pulled her into ended at another street, but Belle couldn't say where they were. All she knew was that rain in snow was not something good and not something one should be caught in, because immediately the rain touched the ground, it froze into streaks and ice, just like the one that began to freeze her hair and limbs.
It was rare for something like this to happen in this land but Rohan had said it wasn't usual.
The crooked lanes of Bimmerville ran every which way. Rohan held her close as they hurried along the street, drenched in rain that was quickly freezing into ice. Light thunder rolled overhead, the lightning too close. Rohan knew they were on the opposite end of the town from their house, and it was better to find an inn than to ride back in such weather.
Belle was shivering, soaking wet. He had to get her out of the rain.
