"Yes, Dad?" The little Wyrm had hoped to read his father's research notes, but it was just a book.
"Before teaching anything to your younger friends, you must ask and get permission from your mother or me." Leegaain hated to be so nitpicky, but Shargein had learned how to quibble about rules from Manohar the Second. "Okay?"
"Okay." The Wyrmling crossed his small arms and snorted black smoke out of his nostrils.
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Winter and bad weather forced everyone to hole up in their homes and to cease all hostilities. Once the temperature dropped below a certain point, it took a weather mage or a city array but a spell to turn the forces of nature against an invading enemy.
Even someone the size of an Upyr could do nothing against the fury of a storm and would freeze to death after being splashed with enough water. During winter, being big only made someone a big target, easy to kill.
