Duskfire Glacier life in technicolor

The pup's immediate, and rather violent, reaction took Danica a bit by surprise. Maera managed to catch herself, though. "Not necessarily bad," she responded, though she made to look dubious while saying it. "Just tricky. The fall faeries are mischievous little things." She poked the leaf with a large paw.

"They turn the leaves colors then ride them to the ground. If you meet one, though, you never know whether they will give you a gift, or a curse." She was pulling this pretty much out of nowhere, but her father had said something similar about winter sprites to her when she was a pup. Sadly she was always much too grounded to believe most of his wild tales, but she enjoyed them all the same. The memory brought back a small pang, but she ignored it.

"I think this one has flown off, though." She gave the leaf another experimental nudge. "So we are safe!"