Redbuds

Jynn wondered at how strange it was to see the trees blossoming in the fall. Was there some confusion perhaps? The spring had been so brutally cold, as had the summer. It was only now in fall that things had warmed up a little. Did the trees now think it was spring? They would learn otherwise, she had no doubt. Their brief warm spell would likely devolve into decreasing temperatures in a matter of weeks. She jumped as someone approached but it was from behind her, not from the pack land. She turned to see the horned man she'd met on the islands in the east. "Oh, hey there. Still out on your vacation?"