Once again, Rohan was finding himself with his cape hiding his face from the burning sun. He rode on his horse, while the carts of the Blackwolf clan were all around him, making a small trail of sand and dust go into the sky.
While he was advancing with a book in his hand, he abruptly remembered what he was doing at such a time a few years ago.
At that time, he was also reading a book. That could have been about a story, a romantic one, about history or geography, anything. But the most important difference between now and then was the juice that was on the table near him. The chair he was relaxed on. The light sun lighting him. The garden surrounding him, and the light wind caressing his face. And Jonas, always there to serve him for the best.
And now here he was, with the atrocious heat making his rank 5 Beginner Warrior body want to melt. He was of course exaggerating it, as it was only uncomfortable for him, but he was still hating the sun to his very core.