[Ah, the snow. Koltira's not so far away that he can't hear their conversation, and Martin's words remind him that he used the Horn of Winter to call forth some snowfall just a few days ago. His fingers brush against the horn, which still hangs from his belt--he's never without it, because it's one of the few things he can draw on in the absence of Byfrost.
Surreptitiously, he puts the horn to his lips, and breathes out just a little. It's not enough to call down a storm, but a few random snow flurries do suddenly dance down the street ...]
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Surreptitiously, he puts the horn to his lips, and breathes out just a little. It's not enough to call down a storm, but a few random snow flurries do suddenly dance down the street ...]