As expected of one of the cities of the northern territories, the so-called frozen lands, Licerce was cold.
It wasn't only the city. The vast territory it belonged to also had an incredibly harsh climate.
However... I was a little impressed by it.
Or more accurately, I was impressed by how full of life the city was.
The buildings were almost all grey. The sky was an even darker shade.
The brightest thing around was the never-ending snow. The ground was filled with it and every step felt so much harder than what it had any right to.
Yet, in this colorless city, there was this ironic warmth.
People would stick close to each other. They would talk in low tones.
Even in busy districts and streets, instead of seeing a flow of people going in one direction, we would find many small groups, talking in a circle or a semi-circle.
It felt oddly peaceful, comforting and even inviting to some extent.
