Gara wiped the sweat trickling down his temple. His hand reached for the porcelain cup filled with ice shieldfruit water and he downed it in one gulp.
If not for Fian, he would never have tasted a cold drink in this world.
After all, the only part of the continent untouched by mist—the very land where the Bhumi Kingdom lay—was at its center.
Its climate offered only two seasons, or three if the transition was included: the dry season and the rainy season.
No winter. No ice.
Well, except for ice made by Liners with ice-based Talent, but that cost a fortune.
Today felt hotter than usual, though it wasn't even dry season yet. Still the transitional rains. By the time his delivery came, it would be the peak of the dry season.
Gara grimaced at the thought of giving birth.
His mother had been going back and forth to Falopo Town, training with a healer—not Healer Idris, but another—so she could assist when the time came.
