In mid-November, it is already about winter.
The arrival of the Arolan Royal Academy Academic Visiting Team dates back to two Sundays ago.
The two-week academic visit has now passed ten days.
Ichrite's weather is fickle with alternating periods of sun and rain. The campus is hit by a strong wind which hasn't been felt in a while, making the temperature drop especially noticeable.
"What a nuisance this weather is."
After the free period on Wednesday, there are barely any students picnicking or reading on the lawn. They are all hurrying by wrapped in their coats, only wishing to hasten back to their dormitories from the classrooms, avoiding the wind that messes up their hair and the sky that could start raining at any moment.
At the end of the path the students are passing by, a large group of trees in the garden is huddling together as if for warmth, their leaves shivering in the wind. Only the Old Literature Building stands firm in the wind deep within.
