Women sitting in a room -- sewing, I think. Some embroidery. One is weaving, but she is weaving a great tapestry, a storied web. (The spinning and weaving are, I think, done by more magcially mechanical means.)
Riders in dark armor riding through a leafless and snowy woods.
A man seeking a golden flower which may not be in the lands where he seeks it -- though it is definitely not in the lands where he came from.