You ******* obliterate them. They explode in a cloud of pink fireworks. "Those birds were spies for the Queen. Eet ees good that we keeled them, but we must keep moveeng." Nadya gets her dogs moving again and has them go for an extra hour before setting up camp for the night.

With the pink fireworks in the background, Jasun looks at The Office camera obtusely.

"S-sorry!" Rose shouts to the exploding pink birds before turning and following behind Nadya.

Sera looks ready to kill something, but resheathes her blade and wraps her palm wound, staying silent and grim at the back of the group on the rest of the trip.

She does, however, give Rose a nod. "Well done."

Jirel will blink in awe of Rose's magic. Putting her readied axes down at her side, she would follow along with pride.

The words of praise from Sera gets the firbolg to smile widely. "T-thank you!"

You all get some rest and head out early the next day. It's in the afternoon when you run into something that you were not expecting to find in the land of Irrisen. The skies are clear up ahead, and the air grows warmer. Sunlight shines down on fresh grass that has sprouted where the snow suddenly ends in clear line. As far as the eye can see, fir trees have shed any sign of white, and birch trees show signs of fresh new leaves. The sounds of rivulets of water and melting snow can heard everywhere.

"What ees thees? Eet ees like summer here." 

"It is." Jasun agrees, a tiny bit wary. "It is a beautiful sight indeed." he admits, turning to look at Nadya. You can't tell if he's talking about the weather, or her.

"It's a worrying sight is what it is," Sera says grimly. "Summer has no place in Irrisen."

"Is it even real?" Jirel would question.

Rose's eyes widen in surprise at the sight of freshly growing grass and sunshine, breathing in the warm air. She frowned at the thought of this being all a ruse, but it certainly was a possibility.

Not sure what to roll here, but **** it: 
Insight: 17
Arcana: 5
Investigation (or perception +6): 9

"Or is it just fantasy?" Zaf would add. After a moment's passing, giggling out of the owl boy builds up into a full blown laughter. He comes to an abrupt stop, and adds, "But in all seriousness, could it be be the work of other fey? Or perhaps even an illusion?" As he is saying as much, Zaf looks around more closely at the scenery, looking for potential discrepancy in it as the party continued on(if continuing on).

Rose, you're able to tell that this patch of summer is magically generated and that eventually it will be consumed by the magical winter.

Jasun would turn sharply to look at Zaf questioningly, as if the bird person just recited a song lyric he recognized.

“An escape from reality?” She will pause look to Zaf then Rose. “Easy come, easy go?” Jirel will ask simply.

While normally having been one to enjoy her friends laughter and hijinks, this time, Rose gives a confused look to Jirel and Zaf, not sure just what they were going on about. “Ah, sorry, I-I do not... Um, anyway, this summer is magically generated... but the winter will come to claim it soon enough ...”

"Then I guess the question is...who made it?" Sera says grimly.

As you ponder the source of this summer patch, you spot a large elk being attacked by three dire wolves. One of them has a white pelt, with a rime of frost around its muzzle.

"A very good question indeed." Jasun admitted. "Perhaps those dire wolves know? Or the elk?"

Jirel would take a step forward closer to the wild animals. She'd listen in to see if she could hear if they were saying anything before she'd try interjecting.

(Speak with Animals at will.)