Where: In the courtyard
When: After supper
Rosy bounced outside, her cloak flapping in the wind as she wrapped her scarf around her tightly. She laughed and sat down on a bench by her favourite statue and looked up at the evening sky, grinning. She wanted it to snow. It was cold enough, and she loved the little flakes. She was looking up so avidly that she didn't hear someone approaching until they were practically right in front of her.