She had seen maps of the kingdom she called home, but she had no reference to tell her where she was. Each time they stopped, she would ask the people how to get to the King's City then sort through the contradictory responses to decide on the direction of the next day's journey.
Last night had been the first time that everyone had agreed.
"Just keep on this road, miss. It will take you to the East Gate." The innkeeper had even laughed at her, since she had a city accent. Rapunzel had just told him that she had come the long way around.
Now they walked through the snow and the deepening cold. Jordon thumped his arms against his side.
"We have some snow at home, but nothing like this."
"Cold, cold crow," complained the Prince Crow, from inside Jordon's cloak.
"Maybe if you flew a bit you would warm up," suggested Rapunzel.
"Can't fly with ice on beak," muttered the crow.
"I can't blame him," Jordon chuckled. "I wouldn't want to fly in this either."