Distant Memories

Vanille said that fall was coming early this year and the purple pup tilted her head. "Why is it early?" She didn't really know anything about seasons yet. Did they happen whenever they wanted to? Was there a schedule? As she hopped along beside the blue fae, chasing leaves that blew in the the gentle breeze, she was asked if she could smell the leaves. The girls nose wiggled and she closed her eyes, inhaling the sweet smell. "I think so!"

The leaves had collected in a little dip in the land and Aia's eyes lit up brightly. Without warning, she made a beeline for the giant pile and dove headfirst within, the varying shades of leaves completely consuming her body. From inside of the pile, the child giggled and laughed joyously. Why couldn't it be fall all the time?


"Aia Indarra"