Layer upon layer of gray clouds pressed against the dome of the sky, churning and rolling as if struggling against something, yet able only to sag powerlessly within a few pale wisps at the edges of the cloudbank, shrouded in misty water vapor.
The wind gradually picked up.
The damp chill in the air seemed able to seep through the gaps between armor and lining, clinging tight to the skin and making people uncomfortable.
A faint touch of wet coolness suddenly brushed the tip of his nose.
Xia Nan instinctively looked up at the sky. Reflected in his black eyes were heavy leaden clouds.
"Is it going to rain?"
His brows drew together slightly.
Whether in his previous life or after transmigrating, he did not dislike this kind of weather. In fact, he even rather liked it.
He enjoyed the sound of raindrops striking glass, that comfortable, instinctive sense of security from the genes—outside the window, gloom and howling gales; indoors, warmth and calm.
He also enjoyed the refreshing coolness of a fine drizzle wrapping around his whole body, or the fresh air on streets after rain, mingled with the scent of earth.
But right now, no matter how partial he was to such gloomy, damp weather, faced with the crowded street before him, packed almost shoulder to shoulder and filled with all kinds of strange smells, irritation was inevitably rising in his heart.
"What's this supposed to mean? Are they letting people through or not?"
Beside him, the Dragonborn Sava complained rather unhappily.
She was not a cold-blooded animal, but perhaps because of her upright lizard-like appearance, she possessed some similar trait as well, instinctively loathing any environment short on sunlight.
Her mottled yellow-brown scales trembled slightly because of the water vapor growing thicker in the air, and the