“It makes sense,” Jadyn pointed out, holding Tarioshi close. They’d moved outside to the porch, parking on his swinging bench and watching the sky. “The timing tends to drift through the years, but the first is almost always during the winter or early spring.”
“It’s late autumn,” Tari countered. “First snow flurries in the forecast next weekend, in fact.”
“But nearly March on Terra, right? That’s what your chronobiological rhythm is still synced against. You haven’t been here long enough to fully adjust.” Planting a lick on the back of her neck, he took a deep breath of her scent. “Can’t quite smell it on you yet.”