Sixty-five

The sun is high up in the sky, despite its warmth glaring on the people below, there is a biting chill in the air, and the leaves on the trees are beginning to turn yellow and brown.

The people in the town are wearing extra layers of clothing to ward off the cold, and their breaths come out in white puffs in the air.

The month of June is almost over, but the atmosphere is almost as one of those during cold season, the people in the street are walking around to finish any remaining tasks.

Jannah is thankful for Viola's handiwork. The coat she's wearing provides her enough warmth to keep the cold out, and she's glad that she brought her people some coats before they departed from the capital.

However, she watched the adults and children going about their business, their clothes worn and mended, the fabric threadbare and faded