A chill has started to settle into the air. Terrastella still remains slightly temperate, though as autumn wears on, just like the changing of the leaves, you start to notice a shiver creeping into your skin at times, when a breeze blows by. Maybe you are eager for snow, maybe you grown at the thought of shorter days and colder nights. But, you find yourself excited and eager for the autumn events never the less. Decorations are strung up in Court. There is a sweetness to the air, different from summer’s ice cream and winter’s chocolate. Like cinnamon, applies, and hot cider. There is a certain freeness to the fall season that you swear no other season harbors, and you plan to embrace it for all it is. 

Fireworks and feasting
Dusk Court
We shall go wild with fireworks...and they will plunge into the sky and shatter the darkness.
You are eager to see the fireworks (what colors will they be? Pink? Orange? Yellow?). But the lure of the feast draws you first as you wait for the show to begin. Hot cider, warm cinnamon cake, drinks and food galore. You settle into a good spot between the castle and a book shop as the sky darkens and the promise of a spectacle hangs eager. 

Apple pie bake off
Susurro Fields
Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.
You rush out to the fields, eager to prove your skills. After all, your mother has told you time and time again, your apple pie could rival that of Terrastella’s best bakery. You load up with your supplies…and your secret ingredient, before searching for the richest apples—and hoping your competitors don’t find them first. 


Fire dancing
Praistigia Cliffs
We are here to dance to the music of our souls, to live in the wonder of our presence, and to be who we are in the beauty of our divine being.
This is not some normal dance you realize when you arrive at the cliff sides. Before you dance, you are handed a torch, it is unlit. Quickly, a girl with emerald colored eyes finds you and lights your torch. It is then you are allowed to join into the dancing. “You cannot stop until the torch burns out, or you’ll have bad luck all winter.” She tells you, and you see her flame is already beginning to die. But yours, it burns bright, as you start to move your feet, as long as it takes, as long as it glows.