[Byleth had recovered from his bout of 'Death-Flu', though he still seemed a little worn around the edges. It seemed even he had conceded to the chill and wore one of his fish sweaters... through it really was thrown over his usual fare, sans the clock. Yes, the armoured corset was still on underneath the baggy sweater...]
In Leicester there's something called 'firefly season'. It's when the male fireflies are trying to attract mates, and all of them gather amongst trees or above a water surface like this... it looks beautiful at night.
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[Byleth had recovered from his bout of 'Death-Flu', though he still seemed a little worn around the edges. It seemed even he had conceded to the chill and wore one of his fish sweaters... through it really was thrown over his usual fare, sans the clock. Yes, the armoured corset was still on underneath the baggy sweater...]
In Leicester there's something called 'firefly season'. It's when the male fireflies are trying to attract mates, and all of them gather amongst trees or above a water surface like this... it looks beautiful at night.
[He considered the massive tree for a moment.]
This looks far more impressive, though.