My fingers strayed back to the pen, and I snatched up a spare sheet and began mindlessly scrawling leaves onto the paper.There was a mumble from my bed, and Kulwych sat up, looking annoyed.why is it so cold 'n'here? he slurred.That would be the open window, I flicked the pen toward it, as on cue, the wind breezed through again, bringing with it the scent of leaves and the fresh lake reeds of la