Maybe it was just the resilience of youth, seeing as she was about ten years younger than me. We both wielded weather magic, but hers was focused primarily on water, so maybe that explained her blasé attitude. Jasmine, like me, had been raised in the dry heat of Arizona, so I couldn’t understand why she didn’t have the same revulsion I did to the monsoon conditions of high summer in the Midwest. My sister, walking beside me in the late-afternoon sun, grinned. “How,” I demanded, “can the air possibly contain this much moisture? It’s like going swimming.” For me, right now, it was akin to one of the inner circles of Hell. I’m sure Ohio’s a perfectly nice place, once you get to know it.
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