Siccrem, Day 7 (2)
It was hot. Very hot. And no man should have had to be subjected to the scorching heat that came from the twin suns in the weeks leading up to the frost.
New Oalta's weather was both predictable and erratic. In the summer, it either rained or it didn't, yet during its last days of season, the heat of the suns seemed to increase so much that even animals could be found dead in fields.
Kaelbi Hellfryne found himself lying in an opulent room with large, open windows. The fluttering curtains were sheer and swayed in the wind as the hot air blew into the room from the expanse of the desert beyond.
The sound of water moving drew the Prince's attention to the side of the bed, where a girl aged fifteen or so was wringing a piece of cloth in a bowl of water.
With a frown, Kaelbi looked down at himself. His shirt had been removed, but his wound was treated and bandaged. For the time being, at least while lying down, it did not hurt.