[ Out of respect, Xenk doesn't try to read other teacher's minds if he can help it. Edgin is really projecting here though, so he can't help but catch the edges of it. A woman with brown eyes and dark hair, gazing longingly at him...

Xenk looks away, casting the image from his mind. It is not his to intrude on. It isn't proper for teachers to read each other's thoughts (unless there was something to gain, which there certainly isn't here.) ]

That is true. Starry nights are the realm of summer.

[ He smirks. Obviously! Obviously. But he's not trying to make it all about him, incredibly. He really does mean to keep talking about Winter. ]

But the long nights have their appeal. And the clouds provide the cover of dark where we so thrive.