Being in the plains and lower elevations, the capital would freeze during winter but remain devoid of snow most of the time. Even though the mountains in the distance and various regions of Castille were already covered in snow, the people in the lower areas could only look from a distance and appreciate the view.
On the night of the ball, Cian and Quinn walked through the breezeway between the palace and the mage's quarter and observed the white mountains in the distance reflecting the moonlight and stars above.
That area was dimly lit considering it wasn't a place guests were meant to wander towards and most wouldn't want to because of the dubious nature of magic and mages. Both were misunderstood despite finally being accepted as part of the societal hierarchy.
"How many days of travel is Eirenguard away from us now?" Quinn asked quietly.