Tempest of LiesChapter 18
Jollis rose just before dawn, when moisture from a rain shower which had passed during the night still lingered in the grasses and dripped from the trees. The air already felt warm, at least compared to what he had become used to back in his homeland. There, the air would still feel frosty, the cherry blossoms' brazen display of color defying the final vestiges of winter. Yet here the peasants had already prepared for the onset of summer while much of Oceanus still enjoyed the cool and wet...