Well, I for one don't mind seeing summer drift into autumn - Vallo's weather wasn't quite as hot as home, but that hardly matters when fall - the objectively best season - is on its way (I will acknowledge no counter-arguments.)
Quur was a tropical climate; it was either baking heat or monsoon season. I had the brilliant idea as a small child to wear black as my signature color and I stuck to this notion through most of my teens and early 20s. Literally, I stuck to it. It was unpleasantly hot enough that I stuck to most of my clothes despite the odd cooling charms and my preference for shaded libraries and damp stone alcoves. And that was in the coldest part of the year!
But now...! Delightful. And I've noted that the bakeries and coffee shops have already begun to sell their autumnal offerings. Hello, hello. I can't help it; it's like a warm hug, or a letter from a friend you haven't seen in months, or a forbidden book of arcane magics once thought lost turning up at last. Wonderful! I may even leave my office and socialize to enjoy all of this.
[ Filtered to Blue ] Let's meet outside this week; I'm going to spring a series of drills on you. I'm telling you in advance because I know you tend to mull, and I want you to get used to meeting that anxiety and performing anyway.
I know it's mean. I'll buy you a festively fall beverage of your choice after?