Two Eyes Cenote [ap] A wallflower, mind the thorns

He barked out an incredulous laugh. Summer palace?

He collected himself with a slight shake of his head. Had she said winter, the season that they were soon diving into, perhaps the notion would not have been so ridiculous to him. Then again, he thought of encountering the imp woman in the golden sea several months prior. Some people were somehow built for the desert. He could not share that sentiment.

To each their own, I suppose

She was now looking to him again. An earnest inquiry presented to him. He took a deep breath. This one?

His eyes flicked to the party hall. It continued while they were tucked away in the corner. Laughter echoing while stone platters were carried to and fro. He struggled to locate a dour face (he seemed to be unique in that regard). The ceremony itself had been conducted in an open air chamber. Even the brief moment he was introduced to a room delegated as his chambers, there had been furs set on the bed. He hadn't known it a practice before coming to the Teekons.

I've never been in a settlement quite like it before.