Lance paused at the edge of the Shroud. It was like the changing of seasons. Something he hadn’t seen in so many years. Not since the calamity had changed Coerthas into an endless winter. He let out a breath he didn’t even know he had been holding. Closing those sky blue eyes as he let the warmer air brush across his face. His heart felt lighter. How he had missed seeing more then the pure white snow. Or snow dyed red with blood.

(In a way yes. He’s been stuck in the snow of Ishgard and Coerthas for so long its like a long needed thaw. His outlook has become a bit brighter since going from a ceaseless winter to other seasons beyond. But it’s been so long since he’s actually experienced seasons that I wouldn’t really say it changes with the seasons so much as it does with the weather.)

(Thanks! @ethereal-anomaly)

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