{Why did the gods abandon us? I will tell you. They got tired of sleeplessness.}
….
Sharen brought the tea to his mouth, appreciating the scalding sensation in his mouth. If it was in Ramary, he was sure, such hot tea would've burned his throat but not here. The weather made it even pleasant to drink such hot liquid.
"I'm starting to appreciate the islanders' thoughtfulness more and more," he put the cup on the table, sniffling. His hands were cold even with the fires that burned in the living room.
"At least we don't have to spend money on food," Narene agreed. She sat near one of the fireplace, idly warming her palms over the fire. Their little spar had taken their minds apart, blinding them to the fact that they'd dropped their heat spells. It had taken some time to realise they were at the mercy of the cold breezes.
