Liaran wove her Air and Water threads together more quickly on this third attempt, forming a puffy, white cloud that would not have been out of place in a summer sky. She smiled at her success even as she began to fight for control of the Earth threads she needed to complete the first part of her task. With some effort, she worked the dark brown threads into the rest of her weave, taking the cloud from a bright white color to the dull grey of a raincloud. She was relieved when the weave stayed together, allowing her to continue her work by adding Water.
As she forced Water into it, her cloud took on the same thin look that her previous attempt had had, and thought it did begin to rain, the Accepted was not certain that the cloud could take enough Water to make it snow without completely falling apart. She frowned at it for a minute before deciding that it just didn't seem to have enough Earth, and added another thread. The rain slowed, and the cloud darkened further, but the Accepted thought she might able to finish the weave with the required Water. Quickly, she pulled two small threads and added them, and rain began to pour from the cloud. Liaran sighed, took a breath, and added another.
The rain slowed down again, and at first, Liaran did not think it had worked. It took a few seconds before she thought she saw snowflakes mixing in with the rain. To test whether she was correct, the Accepted thrust a hand beneath the cloud, but quickly pulled back from the cold. Looking down, Liaran could easily see a few snowflakes against her dark skin, and another look at her work revealed that the cloud was now producing only snow. She smiled, then shivered as she wiped the snowflakes from her hand, using her sleeve. "I'd forgotten just how cold snow is," she commented. "Until I came to the Tower I'd never seen any."