Igma;
The moment my horse passes through the gates of Gravemaw, I notice how much the world changes.
Not in an unpleasant or hostile way... But in a way I am not used to. My body notices the difference before my mind catches up fully. The cold that I've grown to know my entire life… I'm gone.
I left it behind the moment I crossed Howleroot's borders. Leaving the snow and ice behind me...
But stepping on this kingdom's soil brings… warmth—gentle, soothing, almost familiarly intrusive. Like a hug to one's soul. It seeps into my clothes, brushes along my arms, and settles at the back of my neck as though it belongs there.
Like I'm a friend, it's accepted after just meeting me.
I don't know exactly how to feel about such a drastic climate change… But it's not an unpleasant experience either.
My horse slows to a stop, and my nose lifts instinctively to the air. The air carries scents I cannot quite name.
