Silverlight Terrace I'm not my season

The woman accepted the invitation. She would have been a fool not to have with the increase in downpour. The rain was like a blanket of grey on an otherwise warm world. It would do the land well, he thought.

Autumn will be upon these lands soon, the warrior remarked with a small nod. The weariness in his brown gaze swung to meet her as she offered an introduction. Bridget was a name he had not expected, but he was no stranger to the ways of the outsiders and their names.

I am Foxfur. It’s nice to share the storm with someone, Foxfur offered her, tone still heavily melancholy.