The Mistress isn’t here?

They both looked up; Zane caught some snowflakes in his hands and watched them dissolve into water.

This was snow. The sight of it sent Zane into a memory—Cyra, her hair newly cut short, sprawled on the fur in nothing but her underwear, sweat dripping down her body.

Zane’s heart ached at the sight of red burns covering her body. He tried to cool her down, blowing air with a piece of fur, but the heat only made things worse.

“It’s the last month of the year…why is it so hot? Where is the snow or cold.” Cyra complained as sweat dripped on the fur, wetting their bed.

“What is snow?” Zane asked thinking it was a kind of plant he could get for her to stop feeling hot. He wondered if he would find it in the North Oasis.

“Don’t tell me…” Cyra sat up and looked at Zane in shock, which turned to pity for him having to survive under the hot weather all year round. Her heart trembled thinking she would have to stay here forever…no, no she has to train more and pass the north Oasis.