Of snow, of frost, of something other than this d—nable heat.
When you fall asleep, it is amongst the heat and humidity of August's dog days. You yawn through the muggy soup the city has agreed to call 'air.' Your pillow is already dreadfully warm. As you drift off, you cannot help but wish for a respite.
When you open your eyes again, you have received exactly that.
For as hot as the waking world is, this is twice as frigid. This air is thin in your lungs and bites at your lips and nose as you breathe it in. It shimmers in the air as you exhale.
No longer does the unseasonal warmth weigh upon you, compelling you to sluggishness. This chill nips at your heels like a poorly trained Marsh-Wolf and spurs you to action.
For the first time, you notice there are others around you. When you attempt to distinguish any individual however, you find you are utterly unable to do so. Facial features do not come into clarity. Voices remain muddled and blend into a pervasive murmuring. Yet, despite this, one figure seems slightly more distinct.
The brightly-clad figure seems to be attempting to communicate. You feel as though you are being invited somewhere. Where?
Before you can ask, the heat returns in a sticky tsunami, and you're sitting upright in your bed.
You're covered in sweat, and filled with anticipation.
Hello, Delicious Fans! This is a teaser card for the fan-hosted Summer Event: The Neathy Frost-Fair. It will begin soon. Specifically, on the 14th of August! As always, we remain un-affiliated with Failbetter Games. This event will be hosted on this blog, with plenty for everyone to do. We hope to see you there!
[Art by @thedeafprophet ]
