Two figures walked through the bustling streets, feeling the cool night breeze carrying the warmth of the city's festive mood in the atmosphere.
Asher glanced around. "What's going on?"
"It's winter," Alicia replied, as if that explained everything.
Asher raised an eyebrow, implying he had no idea of what she meant. To him and where he came from, winter meant hardship. Death. Even until this day.
The biting cold and rampaging attacks from wild beasts were what he knew winter for.
Yet, for some reason, there was a festival going on in this city in the middle of winter and what's worse, it was in the nighttime, when the warmth of the sun was long gone!
Noticing Asher's expression, Alicia hesitated. "You don't celebrate during winter?!"
He shook his head. "We try to survive during winter."
