"They simply appeared overnight in perfectly ripe condition." Lucrezia explains, her gaze lowering to the ground across the sidewalk from the bench where they sat. It really was beautiful in spite of the jarring way in which they had appeared.

"Last night, when I took rest the ground was covered in a pristine white snow. And this morning, I awoke to this." She shakes her head. "It is a sorcery for which I am afraid I have no explanation."