''Here it happens every summer, more or less'', Samael said, walking forward, the trees around them loosing on height and becoming thinner and thinner as they neared the edge of the forest. The grass and broken branches that covered the ground in the forest almost completely cleared out as well, making it easier to walk now they were across the stream. ''I think I saw at least one every year, mostly around this time. I don't think they happen at any other time of the year. Does that mean your world has summer every twelve of our years?'', he said suddenly, as he thought about what Drei had told him.
''I kind of stopped listening to the news from the outside'', Samael said, frowning lightly. ''Well, actually, my father made me stopped. They were just making me angry about things I couldn't do anything about'', he said, sighing loudly.
''Most of the people here don't want any trouble though'', he continued, slowing down a bit as he walked. There was no need to rush any more, they were almost there. ''A lot of them having already had enough of it for a few lifetimes. There are those who are still violent, of course, but well. At school everybody knows that if you break too many rules they send you to the Islets'', he said, thinking about secondary school for trouble makers. ''And you can't come back until they are sure you won't make trouble any more. The city is well governed too, so I guess that just doesn't leave much space for any kind of really big conflict.'' And Samael was well and truly glad for that.
''I kind of stopped listening to the news from the outside'', Samael said, frowning lightly. ''Well, actually, my father made me stopped. They were just making me angry about things I couldn't do anything about'', he said, sighing loudly.
''Most of the people here don't want any trouble though'', he continued, slowing down a bit as he walked. There was no need to rush any more, they were almost there. ''A lot of them having already had enough of it for a few lifetimes. There are those who are still violent, of course, but well. At school everybody knows that if you break too many rules they send you to the Islets'', he said, thinking about secondary school for trouble makers. ''And you can't come back until they are sure you won't make trouble any more. The city is well governed too, so I guess that just doesn't leave much space for any kind of really big conflict.'' And Samael was well and truly glad for that.