It is finally Autumn. While some may mourn the passing of Summer, when one lives in the City of the Sunbird Summer is not a good thing. Forsooth, it is similar to winter in the wondrous lands to the north. The temperature is too extreme. Autumn means we can go outside without dying from heat stroke. Verily, the ice mages are paid a fortune to keep us from perishing from the heat.
Yet, despite the greatness of Autumn in this land, I yearn for those of my homeland to the northeast where the air becomes crisp and there is an energy that cannot be denied. Indeed, it gives the approach of the Feast of Simhain a special magic. My heart aches at the memory and the sadness of being banished to the heat and aridness of the land where I now dwell. All is not lost, though. At least we have been blessed by the gods with a beautiful storm tonight. We have seen not only rain, by thunder and lightning as well. It reminds me that we are not completely forsaken in this land.