Falling into Autumn

As the leaves slowly shifted in hue from their vibrant green to the various reds, oranges, and yellows, the beach-goers abandoned their seaside posts for something a little more festive. All sorts of autumn merchants lined the markets; goods and treats on sale for all to enjoy. A light breeze seemed to blow through like a guide, leading all through the stalls so the leaves could dance for their own show.

Consus donned his rainbow scarf; flames tickling the space behind him as Boingo leapt out into the space between some merchant stalls. With his accordion strapped to his side, the colorful bird began to ramble on about all the things he wished to see and do. Boingo’s ghost talonfish, Danny, danced happily at his side. Mentions of festive drinks, costumes, and piles of crunchy leaves were listed after one another, all up until Vatos returned with a few apple sugar doughnuts in hand.
The three managed to walk a short distance along the path, accumulating a few decorations and festive trinkets for their home. Danny trailed behind them, making soft popping noises and screeches to add to their conversation. A cornucopia full of gourds, corns of many colors, and a mangee for decoration sat in the crook of Vatos’ arm while Consus held on to a small carrier of pumpkin spice drinks. Little candies swung to and from in a bag that Boingo dangled in his hand. With a happy chirp, Danny leaped up into Boingo’s free arm as if he sensed what would come next.
Further down the path, a pumpkin vendor displayed their delicious wares: the smell of pies, breads, and soup filled the air. As if he was summoned by the ghost of the scent, Boingo bounded off with Vatos and Consus at his heels. The soup was great and the bread was better… but no one could beat the taste and texture of a freshly homemade pumpkin pie.

The three returned home with their stomachs and arms full of festive things, ready to take on the rest of the season with a smile. While the two birds and the satyr lay happily on the couch to talk with one another about their plans for the coming weeks, Danny rummaged through Boingo’s bag for a little treat of his own.
Suffice to say, the season would, at the very least, be an interesting one.

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