Bab 118: Willing Leap

The morning sun broke through the tent's fabric, casting a warm, golden glow over our makeshift campsite inside the temple, where the light penetrated from the wide open windows of the weary building itself.

"—d, —rd…" Someone was calling for me, but I couldn't help but feel comfortable in this muffled world.

"Nord, wake up dear." A soft, melodious, angelic, graceful, rewarding, encouraging, consoling, voice entered my ears.

"It's morning already?" I said out loud, realizing that the sleep after my watch time felt but a blink— Goes to show I had a good night's sleep that was really needed.

I rested quite well during my days in Frostholm, but the always gloomy and cold weather really weighed on my mind.

I'm really more of a spring or summer person. When it's winter, I only want to stay inside and snuggle up within a blanket while watching my favorite shows… Well, that's not possible anymore, is it?