It never fails to amaze me just how fast things can happen. These last few turns have left me in awe and without words, at times confusing me so. The marcs grant me with what I might call newer and refined friendships, for lack of better terms. Ones which could potentially ensue the demise of others I have carefully constructed over the seasons. Nevertheless, at this point I feel at an almost indescribable amount of ease. Rarely have I experienced such happiness and other emotions before. . . For now, I digress from that thought – perhaps to be revisited when I feel it is right.

Fall Festival has come to a close but a few turns ago and the temperature continues to decrease by the marc so it seems. This season cycle’s Fall Festival was perhaps one of the most enjoyable to date – Smites and Cannons, Tricorn Trickery, running around as the oh-so-sexy Zeric. . . Many marcs could be spent reminiscing of the events. Had I not fled my shack when I did, surely I would have missed it all! Three turns ago I spared a moment to assess the condition of my construction, and to my surprise it was near buried in snow. It’s doubtful I’ll have another chance to return before more storms brew, as most of my time as of late has been occupied by other commitments pertaining to the aforementioned friendships.

For the first time in many cycles the Crier echoed of dark portals forming near Caer Laeldan. Fortunately, many were awake at the time and the forces were quashed within the marc. The Queen appeared for a brief conversation with those gathered, asking of us to prepare an excursion of sorts in the coming turns. It seems as if some are organizing a “pub crawl”. Still I fear the Queen, but perhaps that will change.

For now, I feel as if I have no further thoughts. Until I do,

S.