Serenity hovers over Hakugyokurou. The cozy snow blankets over the resting field of the shrine, and it will remain so until Springtime. Even the wind is at rest, not a wisp of movement in sight. That is, until you breathe it a newfound vigour.
You trample on through towards the shrine, clinging to a basket of frost-glazed produce, a puff of cold fog exhausted from your lips with each hefty step. As you near home, a curt voice cuts through the still air.
"Need help with those?" Youmu simply asks while diligently tending to her post.
“N-no... “ you say and trudge right on by, going for a foothold on the wooden platform. “I’ll be-- OooOh!”
You slip. You’re just about to tip over completely and spill today’s bounty when you feel the frills of Youmu’s dress. She sharpens her gaze down at you, having barely caught you in time.
"W-well… Sharing my cooking duty once in a while wouldn’t hurt,” you say and steady a grip on the basket again.
Youmu hauls you up to the platform and clutches one end of the basket, leaving you to grasp the other. Together you approach the entrance to the shrine, minding the sleet this time. But before either of you can get to it...
An invisible hand glides the door open. Yuyuko is beyond it sitting in seiza, wreathed in the usual ethereal blue glow. Her purple fan spreads obscurity upon her delicate face, leaving only her warm maroon eyes to peer out at you and her cherry blossom pink hair to twirl out from the ruffles of a blue mob cap.
“Welcome back~” she closes the fan shut to unveil a soft smile. “Is the feast ready yet?”