Noctisardor Bypass you’re gonna wanna hold me

autumn’s triumphant march was at its birth, but the subtle changes already made were quite obvious. some of summer’s warmth remained, slowly fading away to be replaced by frostbitten winds. he could hear the whining of aging branches as storm clouds washed overhead.


the incessant rains had seemed to slow, though guardián had noted their apparent effect on the changing of seasons. this was his first autumn, and yet still, instincts told him that things were moving with some haste. he tried not to worry about the upcoming winter, or his pending approval of both leaders, and instead focused his mind on finishing his patrol.


guardián, though barely a half-year, kept his chest puffed and his head high as he strolled the eastern quarter. let this be an easy day, he plead to any intruders within earshot, don’t do anything stupid, please.