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Though summer has certainly fully descended upon Emeron, I still find it difficult to believe it is near June. It seems like only yesterday that it was January or earlier, does it not? I suppose the passage of time simply reminds me, once again, of certain events that have been needlessly delayed, but there is little to be done about those until certain circumstances are met.

Lady Isanae, I should like to go for a ride, with only you and I, if you would be so willing?