Vibrant summer blossoms bloomed all over the capital, and flocks of waterbirds swooped above the swift currents of the Chrysanth River.
Each time Maxi rode past the mouth of the river, she would daydream of summer in Anatol. There had been waterbirds playing above the lake Riftan had taken her to. The field they had galloped across would be teeming with wildflowers by now, and the vineyard would be full of ripe grapes.
How wonderful it would be if she could see all those sights again with Riftan before the end of Ignisias (the season of fire, equivalent to summer). She pictured them rowing a small boat on the shimmering lake, and a sharp longing pricked her heart.
"Less of them have been coming lately."
Alyssa's muttering snapped Maxi out of her reverie. They were currently gathering herbs in the shelter's yard.
Maxi turned to look at Alyssa's sunburned face and cocked her head. "W-What do you mean?"
"I mean the wagons."