Seasons by White Luna

Fall

Fall

Prompt:  Psithurism – (n) The sound of wind in the trees and rustling of leaves. (Stella's Word Prompt Game)

It started in fall.

Because no good love story begins at the beginning of a new, but rather toward the end of the old.

It was when the air had begun to take on a crisp, ethereal feel.

He watched her from afar, contented with the hanyou she had taken as her husband.

Her laughter rang out on the chorus of winds, awashed in the sounds of the breathy sighs of trees. They moaned and settled, preparing for when the earth would sleep once more.

It made her laughter seem to echo more loudly in the hollow of his chest.

Word Count: 100