Winter faded little by little, the snow in the mountainside melting into the soft, wet earth. The cold air that once made the atmosphere freezing grew warmer each morning, and the hard frost on the grass slowly disappeared. Small shoots of green pushed through the soil, and the breeze lost its bite, carrying a hint of freshness. Spring arrived quietly, settling over the land like a gentle promise that the long winter was finally over.
The lands that had been ruined by the disaster slowly began to build back to normal, or so they tried, but many of the wealthy families were forced back to the life of the middle class, and some who didn't save their wealth outside their lands were moved down to the lower class. Many arrogant nobles were humbled, and many moved away from the cities they had grown up in to hide their shame and disgrace at becoming poor after living in luxury. The Dawsons were part of the families who had fallen from grace and had no choice but to move.
