I Was Feeling Down, I Found a Nice Witch and We're Friends

Evening had fallen but the full moon was so bright it lit up the entire Orchard and sent streams of silvery light down through the trees and onto the ground below. Álarr walked through the Orchard with a basket slung across his shoulders via a length leather cord. He was keen to take advantage of the sudden emergence of autumn. Or perhaps it was more that he wanted to take a look into it. HOw deep did these changes really go?

He did find some apples that seemed ripe for the picking and he sent Brynhildr up into the trees to assist. The white raven used her beak to peck at the stems of the apples til they fell to the ground. Álarr gathered a few and added them to his basket. How strange… the apples were ripe. Far riper than they should've been at this time. Continuing his walk through the orchard he gazed up at the leaves on the trees, their vibrant colors muted now in the evening light.