It had been fun when the storm first overtook them as they were crossing the Ateaa Sea. It was warm then, but it had stopped being a game about an hour ago when the rain turned to sleet in the higher elevations of the storm, and the sea became so rough the pair could not lower themselves out of the colder air mass. Both Snow and Farloft were becoming weighted down by the accumulation of ice on their wings, and the only place to fall was into the water below.
Snow flew up beside his friend. “How much further to the island?”