[Knives makes a low noise in the back of his throat, thoughtful. He had no real opinions on winter. Desert nights got well below freezing, but anything like precipitation simply didn't happen..]
I will see how I feel about it when the seasons turn, I suppose.
[It seems he's content with that much, and watching the dart of small silvery fish through the water. He'd wanted to practice swimming, but that won't happen now. Instead he's just going to deal with the odd feeling of immersion, otherwise silent.]
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I will see how I feel about it when the seasons turn, I suppose.
[It seems he's content with that much, and watching the dart of small silvery fish through the water. He'd wanted to practice swimming, but that won't happen now. Instead he's just going to deal with the odd feeling of immersion, otherwise silent.]