Although the Blackwater Province was in the warm and humid south, the weather during the Morning Moon still carried a hint of winter. This was even more so for people who left home early in the morning.
A palm-sized girl with dragonfly wings sat on the shoulder of a tall black-robed man carrying two swords on his back. She tightly grabbed the cloak draped over the other party's back and wrapped it around her body. She kept trembling and sneezing from time to time.
After the other party sneezed for the umpteenth time, Cass finally couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked, "So faeries can catch a cold as well?"
The other party rolled her eyes at him before pulling up his cloak as if nothing had happened and wiping her nose.
"There's only one kind of person in this world who doesn't catch a cold. Guess what it is?"
"What is it?" Cass asked.
