บท 1882: Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!

–Igshire Tavern, Gallavan Town, Arcadina–

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It was the wee early hours of the morning, but the sun's rays were already piercing as ever. 

Goodness! 

Many used to shake from the cold, and now they were throwing their blankets away from the what. 

It was always amazing how drastic weather change could make humans act differently, as if they weren't the ones looking forward to the heat when winter came last. 

Rain and heat? 

One would hardly relate these 2 things. 

But 2 and a half days ago, the frail showers of late spring fluttered across the land, cashing no discomfort to the humans walking beneath it. 

Did you say rain? No, it felt so light like a cold sprinkling breeze. 

The rains fell on the soils, bringing out whatever heated moisture was trapped underneath from the scorching sun. 

Today, many had woken up several minutes and even hours earlier than they should because of the unexpected heat.