Ryan waved his hand, the steam of the street food was streaming out to his face.
"I heard that Greenwood has four seasons."
Rohan asked. His eyes explored the crowded streets.
"Yes, in winter we meet too much snow and rain, in spring everything is green and in summer you don't want to go home but would spend your time in nature. In fall everything runs a flaming yellow color."
Rohan nodded, the boy wasn't like every boy Ryan met. He was acting more like a grown man.
"Here, we have three seasons, snow is falling three times but not too heavy, stays for two days and the rain comes at the last month of winter and almost in spring."
"That's good that you at least have them. The summer must be rough here, am I right?"
"Yes, it is a bit brutal. We don't have Autumn!"
"Your accent is perfect, how did you learn our language?"
"My father was from Phola."
"I am sorry about your father."
