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[ it's warm, in yanxia.

more than that, it is humid. the summer air hangs thick with suffocating moisture and there is nary a breeze to offer even a sliver of comfort, most especially in the house of the fierce, buried beneath the ground in cavern and stone. it's cooler down here than it is on the surface, but only by a margin, and the humidity is nigh unbearable. it isn't until alisaie realizes that she has read this very same sentence five times in a row without absorbing a shred of it that she finally relents and sits back with a heavy sigh, drawing her knuckles along her sweating brow. her hair is sticking to her skin, her clothing feels damp and tacky - ugh, this is intolerable.

closing the tome with a snap, alisaie climbs to her feet, her entire body feeling sluggish and heavy beneath the oppressive heat and humidity. alphinaud is not hard to find, of course, the house of the fierce is not very large, and that shock of pale hair would be recognizable anywhere. with heavy, dragging footsteps she meanders up behind him, leaning to peer over his shoulder. ]

Whatever you are doing, it is less important than coming out with me. I cannot take one more moment languishing in this bowl of soup.