The sun had barely started to crest the horizon when Moana climbed on her bike and headed toward the coast. There was a particularly cold rain falling, clinging to her skin and dampening her hair. It was so much colder here than she was used to, both in the air and the water. She'd gotten used to putting on a wrap over her brightly colored clothes but this was even colder than that.

She spent the morning and early afternoon at the beach as usual, fishing and foraging, gathering seaweed for drying. Repairing her nets and letting Heihei roam about being chased by crabs. When she'd gathered as much as her basket could hold, she packed it all up - both food and fowl - and set off down the now familiar path to the inn, intending to turn the edible portions over to the kitchen as usual.

The temperature dropped as she rode away from the beach - the opposite of its usual pattern - and the sky closed in with gray clouds. Rain began to fall again. Or, at least, rain was the only word she had for it. It was white and strangely fluffy. It wasn't wet exactly, at least not until it landed on her bare hands and legs, stinging sharply. It piled on the path, obscuring her view and making progress difficult. Finally, her wheels got very stuck. She should have been able to see the inn from here but the rain made it impossible.

Her feet, buried up to the ankles in the fallen frozen fluff, ached. Heihei shivered. Moana picked him up and tucked him against her body then started off toward the inn, hauling the bike and its basket along behind.