Summer 5, 504 AV | Naia's Speech | Thoughts | Other's Speech
Summer was the season that Naia most looked forward to. It was when Mizahar thawed enough that they venture further North, when her pod could dwell in the same waters that their Tavan thrived in, when the sun shone almost constantly, and the cold that bit at the skin was not fierce enough that any form of teaching was neglected.
