Lyricanna

“Shouldn't you be wearing a coat?” Claude asked as he joined Dimitri on the bridge. The Fodlan winter was something Claude had yet to adjust to; it was damp, cold, snowy, slippery, had reduced visibility and cold. Very cold. Yet Dimitri had merely exchanged his house leader's cape for one that was slightly longer and made of wool. In contrast, Claude wore a quilted jacket and a thick wool cloak over his school uniform, extra socks underneath his boots and thick wool gloves. “Hm? Oh this isn't so bad. A late autumn day in Fhirdiad at worst,” he replied distractedly. Claude stared at him as he tried to process that information. “It gets w...