There are more than four feet of snow on the ground. By most human beings' standards, that's an unpleasant preponderance of snow.
Accordingly, it takes Horst several minutes to clear all the snow off of the upper staircase and the widow's walk, sending it tumbling off the roof and down into the side yard. Snow's still falling, silent and gentle and balletic, but it's good to be able to get outside at least a small way, after a few days cooped up indoors. Being shut in tends to put Horst in a poor mood. And he's been meanining to have a better look at what's going on outside.
When he's satisfied that the deck and railings are cleared off sufficiently, Horst picks his way back down the stairs and into the top floor of their peculiar house, shaking some of the snow out of his hair and the ice out of his fingertips. It's a cold night indeed.
"Johannes," he calls, loudly enough to carry a few floors to wherever his brother might be at the moment. "Come up here a moment and have a look at this."
[location: the Cabal House]
Accordingly, it takes Horst several minutes to clear all the snow off of the upper staircase and the widow's walk, sending it tumbling off the roof and down into the side yard. Snow's still falling, silent and gentle and balletic, but it's good to be able to get outside at least a small way, after a few days cooped up indoors. Being shut in tends to put Horst in a poor mood. And he's been meanining to have a better look at what's going on outside.
When he's satisfied that the deck and railings are cleared off sufficiently, Horst picks his way back down the stairs and into the top floor of their peculiar house, shaking some of the snow out of his hair and the ice out of his fingertips. It's a cold night indeed.
"Johannes," he calls, loudly enough to carry a few floors to wherever his brother might be at the moment. "Come up here a moment and have a look at this."