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The next morning, Prian and Earwen got up after a long sleep in, and got ready quickly in order to go to the market and have their late breakfast there, hoping to obtain a hot drink as well. However, when Prian went to open the door, he found that it was stuck. He frowned, then pulled a bit harder. The door finally flung open, but the sun didn’t greet them. Instead, a huge pile of snow was barring their way.
“Oh no” Earwen gasped, covering her mouth with a delicate hand. “I forgot to stop making it snow!”
Prian chuckled.
“Can you maybe turn that snow back into water?”
“Silly, it’d flood the house!”
Earwen walked up to the wall of snow and poked at it, thinking. She ended up plunging both hands in the cold, shiny powder. Using her magic, she froze some of it further into the shape of a shovel. She then took it out of the pile, and handed it over to Prian. He grabbed it, looking puzzled, and Earwen turned back to make another one.
“Let’s see if we can clear a path, at least.”
They both started digging. But the snow was very thick, and from the get go, it required a lot of effort out of both of them. Prian was also starting with a huge disadvantage as the ice shovel started gnawing at his skin very soon. He gave up on his task for a moment to go unearth some gloves in the bedroom’s drawers, before resuming his digging.
But soon enough, Earwen felt exhausted. She dropped the shovel and leaned against the wall of snow, panting. Prian tried to keep going with zeal, but only very little snow was being lifted and removed from their way. Worst still, it was near impossible to send what they were removing completely away and not block their way back home.
Eventually, Prian dropped his shovel as well, bent in half. He sighed and laughed at the same time.
“Do you think the whole of Memoria is covered like that?” he asked, lifting his golden eyes to meet hers.
“Probably.”
“The Eokad Council is gonna be mad.”
“Shoot, they will indeed” Earwen realised, though more amused than actually worried. “Hopefully I can play the card of my hereditary folly, and blame it on Dahuta’s curse.”
“This looks nothing like what Dahuta ever did!”
They both laughed, and gave up on the idea of getting out. The market wouldn’t have opened in these conditions anyway. Oh well, they’d just have to wait either until the Eokad Council did something about the situation, or until the snow melted naturally.