(Spring and Fall. She’s a fan of the weather that isn’t too cold or too hot. Watching the colors of those two seasons is even better. Flowers in the Spring and Leaves in the Fall.)

Flashes of images. Pain and blood. Her own screams, mixed in agony and despair. Those leering faces of the Imperials as she sat there pinned to the wall by that lance. A sword piercing into her chest. Waking up, heart in her throat an hand over her chest.

(While they no longer happen nearly as often anymore, she does on occasion still have the same reoccurring nightmare. Mostly around the time of year that the incident occurred is when it is most often. But it’s been getting better because she has found a good support system in the company she calls family.)

(Summer. He’s spent so many years dealing with endless winter that he much enjoys the heat of summer. Not to mention he’s grown to like going to the beaches.)

Smoke and screams filled the corridor. The roar of a dragon shakes the walls. Lance was a novice once more. Yet no matter how hard he ran he never seemed to gain any ground towards the fighting. The orders shouted out were muted to him. Bursting through the doorway finally left him outside. No! That wasn’t where he wanted to be! He fell to his knees, looking up at the burning Vigil.

(Lance doesn’t have this nightmare often but it is the most common if he should have a nightmare. He was a novice at the time he was assigned to the Steel Vigil when he was younger. He was one of the lucky ones to escape because of Chlodebaimt’s sacrifice.)

(Thanks! @bennich-ffxiv)