Zephan;
The moment Zethar and I step into the hallway outside my bedroom, I already feel something is wrong.
Not just wrong… but unnatural.
Cold wind bites at my skin the moment we round the corner. And that's the first warning signal.
Nagari is always warm. Its heat is thick, ever-present, suffocating to outsiders, and soothing to natives.
But right now?
The air feels like it's pouring in from a northern mountainside. That doesn't happen here.
Zethar stops walking beside me, and o do the same as we stare at my room's door in the distance.
"…Zephan," he mutters, rubbing his arms.
"Why does it feel like winter?" He adds, and I take a long, shaky breath.
"I don't know," I answer, frowning.
"Stay behind me," I add, and Sethar snaps his head at me with his face scrunched up in annoyance.
"Eww!" He replies as he pulls out two hairpins I don't even know were in his hair, and he moves in front of me.
