[ Was this "Pepa" a goddess of the seasons? Interesting. He can't help but envy that she would grant them mostly warm weather, then. ]
I see... well. In a harsh winter, there are nearly no plants to forage. The air turns dry and cold. You can lose your fingers and toes if you aren't careful—they'll practically turn to ice and won't turn back.
[ Which might be an extreme way of putting it, but it's been drilled in him since he was a child not to underestimate winter: the cold does not discriminate between king and peasant, ready to claim either overnight, and this isn't even half the dangers of it. Bruno seems to be a man of summer though, and Dimitri tries to keep his words as a gentle warning rather than an admonishment. ]
If winter comes, the journey to the city will become more demanding. [ Or he could get snowed in completely. ] So if you continue to stay here, you ought to prepare yourself now, just to be safe.
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I see... well. In a harsh winter, there are nearly no plants to forage. The air turns dry and cold. You can lose your fingers and toes if you aren't careful—they'll practically turn to ice and won't turn back.
[ Which might be an extreme way of putting it, but it's been drilled in him since he was a child not to underestimate winter: the cold does not discriminate between king and peasant, ready to claim either overnight, and this isn't even half the dangers of it. Bruno seems to be a man of summer though, and Dimitri tries to keep his words as a gentle warning rather than an admonishment. ]
If winter comes, the journey to the city will become more demanding. [ Or he could get snowed in completely. ] So if you continue to stay here, you ought to prepare yourself now, just to be safe.