The temperature of the air around you drops sharply, enough that you can see your breath. You 
sit down and wrap your robes around you more tightly, trying to escape the sudden chill. After 
a moment's thought you get up and shut the window; on the way back to your seat, you take a 
look at the calendar again. Today's date is still circled in blue with three exclamation marks 
by it.

There's a knock on your door; you jump up excitedly, not quite running over to it. You take a 
moment to compose yourself then open the door. The man outside looks up from his clipboard. "Arch 
Wizard Zephyra?" You reply by nodding, sure that if you open your mouth you'll squeak and be 
horribly undignified. "Sign here please," he says, offering both clipboard and pen.

A scrawl of a signature later, you're back in your seat with the parcel on the table in front of 
you. You still can't quite believe this moment has come. With trembling fingers you slowly undo the 
string and remove the wrappings, resisting the urge to rip them to pieces like a child at Midwinter.

The book sits before you in all its glory. From the leather binding, still shining with newness, to 
the gilt letters on the cover, to the precise diagrams and careful script on the snowy parchment, it's 
exactly how you envisaged it. The first, master copy of your guide to the use of magic in the field, 
with the promise of many more copies being distributed around the Kingdom.

You close your eyes, squealing as quietly as you can in delight; as you do so the air grows chill once 
more, and you open your eyes on the place you were before.