I wrote this to ellenmillion's prompt "A late start to winter." It was supposed to be 200 to 250 words after I'd written 150 words on Project 3c. Project 3c is now just a little short of 6,000 words, having been at around the thousand mark, and this piece is 2,177 words. These are new characters and a new world for those who are interested in such things.
Winter was late. The polar storms were late breaching the mountains of the High Ramparts and that meant that here in the south the winter rains had not yet started.