A mild fall is being chipped away by the first frosts of winter. The pile of leaves that we worked to make giant is slowly become smaller and smaller as the crisp wind takes the leaves away. Although I do like the snow, winter has never been my favorite season. The energy of the world just vanishes as everything hibernates quietly. I miss having Cadriethiel around. Her excitement for winter made the season made things much more enjoyable.
I called her to see how she was doing, but I mostly wanted to hear her voice. Cadrie told me that she is doing well. Nothing has been too hard, and she's slowly and steadily been moving up in her career. She knows it will take a couple more years at least before she gets any real sort of influence though. Cadrie also told me that Anondil is doing just fine as well. He can finish books faster than she can believe. At first, Cadrie couldn't understand how he wrote so fast. Then she remembered that Anondil doesn't need to sleep like we do.






