Autumn Races

When the autumn winds blow and the trees and bushes drop their final bounty, the gathering mages take to the skies and spread far and wide in their hunt. It’s a time of cheer and anticipation, with all ordering what will be found, gathered, and stored.

I like to race along below them, keeping pace across great fields and plains. When the blustery winds twist between my dashing limbs, it’s as though I may take off and join them, high in that stretching blue.

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