"I do, but I’d tolerate you more if you just left me alone." She allows herself to consider him, turning as she leans against the low rail as her hair spills down over her back. She raises her head, the cool autumn breeze whispering over her skin. She can smell the crispness in the air, magic tingling and sparking with each breath of the wind. It’s as if the Earth and Wind understand. Samhain is coming. The end of the harvest. The beginning of darkness. 