During the time of falling leaves, as beavers begin storing fat for the long winter ahead. Farmers reap with glee making way for hunters to easily see, the fox who come to graze from fallen grains. Winter is close, and this moon is accord, with special honor, serving those who gather for the Seelie court. She waits in the night for the chosen one to appear, watching fireflies gathering near. This is the night for truth beyond morn...the very night that spirits are born.