It was a quiet fall in the forests around Vagor, there was a distinct smell of ozone in the air, a forbearance for continuing to be outside lest one get caught in the coming rainstorm. Either way, the divine mythographist of Vagor's esteemed magick college was unfazed. Kimber would draw in slow breaths, smiling in serenity as he'd turn around expectantly with one eye. "And what are you doing here on this fine day? Can't you see that the weather is turning?"



Honestly I can't find whom I got this YCH from in my notes, if you see this please note me and I'll put your name up.