Dean and Claire were leaning against a tree, looking intently at the bonfire that they set there. They decided to stay out of the tent for the first part of the night.
The weather was strangely pleasant that day, which was something rare those days in Saphyr. Generally, the nights were very cold, when the sun appeared, a heatwave would punish the survivors. This cycle would repeat nonstop in the summer.
'I wonder when will winter arrive? They say that it lasts five or six years for it to come nowadays, due to many reasons like the quantity of gas accumulated in our atmosphere, the climate mess that our planet turned out to be, and so on. I don't remember quite well the last time when I went through the harsh winter of Saphyr...', Dean thought as he sighed, looking to the sides as if something would happen at any time.
