I haven't felt such warm sunshine for a long time.
Garcia stood in a garden and took a deep breath. She smelled rosemary in the gentle breeze.
Even with her eyes closed, she knew that she was not in the Kingdom of Everwinter. That place had nothing except cold winds, frozen soil and no-scent coltsfoot, and the backyard of the castle was constantly filled with stench from the sausage and the meat hung up to dry. This place was obviously not her Port of Clearwater, either. Winds here were not humid or salty, and she could not hear any sound of sea waves washing up on the beach.
"It must be the backyard of the palace of Graycastle," she thought.
However, when she opened her eyes, she found it was somehow different from the place she remembered.
