Autumn was a far superior season to spring or summer. Spring and summer offered flowers and bright colors, tall grasses and green leaves. Autumn practically killed all of that, turning the leaves brown before they finally fell to the ground. It left the trees bare in preparation for winter, the grasses slowly dying. It was a wonderful season of the beginnings of death and destruction. If all that was not fabulous enough, then the cooler temperatures surely put the season above spring and summer. Without the rising heat, Sloane could keep her coat looking meticulous. She rarely sweat which kept her coat sheen and beautiful, not wet and stuck to itself.
But then there was winter. Winter was by far her favorite season. By that time the snow was falling and trees appeared dead. There was very little plant life and the overall aura of the sky was dreary with the cold. Winter was by far her favorite, but autumn was a close second.
As the temperatures began to plummet, Sloane began to move around Delumine quite a bit more than normal. No longer did she sequester herself onto her little island, watching those fucking fire squirrels burn down the dry logs. She was able to move about a little more freely, enjoying the cooler weather that autumn brought with it.
This particular morning, Sloane decided to she would venture down to the river. In the cooler months, it was far crisper to drink, the feeling far more pleasant than the luke warm waters of summer. Not only that, but with the recent rains, the river was heavy with rapids. The sound of the rushing waters over the rocks was calming to her. There were very little things in life that made Sloane feel at ease, but this was certainly one of them.
As she stood along the edge of the water, she sighed in contentment. Eyes closed as she simply listened to the sound of the river, of the birds, and of the wind. She could already feel her body releasing its pent up uneasiness from the relic hunt, from her own court going to shit with Somnus stepping down. What a coward. Thankfully, no one had asked he opinion of the matter because they certainly would not like what she had to say.
But there was a sound that caused her eyes to flutter open, slit pupils looking hard at the activity from across the river. And there, frolicking along the river bed was something. What the fuck was that? A deer? A horse? Some sort of mutant? "What the fuck are you?" Voice was loud enough to be heard over the roar of the river, her eyes settled on whatever was frolicking on the other side of the river. Leave it to Sloane to be the best welcoming committee that Delumine had to offer. With her frank greetings, no one would ever question the welcoming nature of Delumine…or would they?
@Callynite
