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Harson: did you buy eggs like I asked? Motiti: even better! Harson: what exactly does that- Motiti: *holding up a chicken* this is motiti's friend, Apple Pie

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cozytober2024: 14. Admiring Fall Colors

Hamilton sat down on his porch chair with a lit pipe and relaxed into the coat he'd bundled himself into. The Olineauxes paid well enough that he could afford a new coat this year. A nice sturdy one stuffed with feathers. There was nothing better to keep out the chill.

His breath fogged alongside the smoke he blew into the chilly autumn morning air. The sun was just rising over the mountains and the air was only beginning to warm. It wasn't quite cold enough yet for the frost to spread delicate patterns over the colorful leaves.

It was almost time to inform Harson that they'd need a team of wind mages to keep the leaves up off the grounds. It had always struck him as a particular waste, to keep the grasses as green as possible for as long as possible, to send away the colorful fall. He remembered pushing together piles of autumn leaves as a child, and jumping into them with the other slum kids. Fall was one season where fun was always to be had.

No matter how delicate the gilding, nothing man-made could rival this; the sun bleeding gold over the horizon as the land lit up amber, yellow and red and orange leaves blanketing the countryside and outshining the amber tiled roofs of the noble district. It was times like this that made him wish he were a painter. Maybe the Duchess would be interested in painting a new landscape soon.