Rose winced as the cold air hit her face. She instinctively pulled the scarf up to her chin to protect some of her face from the cold. Her cheeks were still exposed, but at least it was bearable.
The first thing Rose noticed as she walked towards the open doors leading outside the mansion was men sitting on horses. There weren't many of them. She counted fewer than ten as she followed behind Thomas. The men bowed as Thomas approached.
Snowflakes fell lightly as she stepped out of the mansion. The already fallen snow littered the front yard, covering every exposed surface—the leaves, the men standing outside, the horses, and of course the ground—but it wasn't falling hard enough for the ground to be completely covered.
Rose doubted it would take much longer before the roads would become impassable due to the snow. She could tell from the weather that it would only get colder.
