The journey south shed light to a spring Irene was unfamiliar with.
"Perpetual winter turns to spring, then it goes back to winter," her father had explained.
Based on the month, it would have been the beginnings of spring in Chemois.
Irene could picture flowers blooming and grasses turning green. The most beautiful time of the year was the relief experienced when she felt warm for the first time outdoors and wasn't having to break a sweat to do so. It was right before the flooding would hit.
Spring was her favorite because she had pale, easily freckled skin and it only got worse whenever summer struck. That was why she always opted for light and loose tunics during that season.
