Trinkets by Independence1776

Nellas in early autumn

What it says on the tin. Drabble, rated General.

Written for Scribe of Mirrormere for FandomGiftbox 2016.

Nellas sat back against an old oak tree, the bark catching on her dress, but she paid it no mind. The oppressive heat of summer had finally broken, though it was still warm, and the cool water of the stream felt delightful on her bare feet. The sun sparkled on the water, green leaves floating downstream on the gentle current. The animals hunted and gathered, preparing for winter largely unseen though heard by her. She tilted her head back, looking up at the blue sky through the leaves just beginning to turn.

The autumn promised to be lovely this year.