Claritin Clear

Emile was, in short, miserable. He had started to find that Spring was something of a hell season now that he was back in Boreas. Was it just the years he's spent in Auster or getting old, or was it just his luck? It certainly didn't help Emile's self confidence once to find himself so badly destroyed by flowers! At this point he couldn't help being happy that is seemed that thus far he'd missed meeting Pontifex's family, no doubt they'd think him a waste of space. Put on his ass by spring. Pontifex to his credit didn't seem all that bothered but Emile was wallowing in his own misery.

Hard not to when he couldn't so much as poke his head outside without his nose running for the rest of the day and sneezing pretty regularly. The earthy man groaned and reached for a scrap of leather to try and wipe his nose on, an impromptu pile of left over pieces of leathers and pelts had been gathered for him, pieces with no other uses really. But nothing seemed to help and it felt like the moment he took another breath in he was dealing with the buildup of mucus all over again. It sucked!

WC: 206 (206/1500)

"Speech"