Seeing snow for me is how you must feel seeing sand.
( alina isn't uninspired by it — the nostalgic pang in her chest is a symptom of homesickness she can't quite shake, with no definitive cure. but it's still expected, still as ordinary as peering up at a blue sky, still familiarly ravkan. )
How are we meant to enjoy it if your toes and fingers are falling off? We can't build snow people or take the horses for sleigh rides if you're turning into an icicle.
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( alina isn't uninspired by it — the nostalgic pang in her chest is a symptom of homesickness she can't quite shake, with no definitive cure. but it's still expected, still as ordinary as peering up at a blue sky, still familiarly ravkan. )
How are we meant to enjoy it if your toes and fingers are falling off?
We can't build snow people or take the horses for sleigh rides if you're turning into an icicle.