Alanna thinks of Corus' colorful marketplace, shining Temple District and spectacular city gates with a wistful smile. Even the Dove, dark and smoky though it may be, brings to mind memories of warmth.

Homesick as she is, dark, gray and eternally wet is the last way she would describe Corus.

Even in February.

"It's springtime in Corus, and I'm missing it. The king has ordered me to stay here for the foreseeable future."

At least until she can finish a fight without wheezing.