The Breaking — Chapter 13

That winter is one of cold clarity. Days of hard blue skies summon nights that gleam with frost. From you, I learn it's uncommon for Attika to find itself wrapped so tightly in Boreas's chill embrace. It's well beyond my own level of comfort to be sure. I grew up on an island of beaches, scampering among the palms, where even in winter it was rare to need a cloak.