[ She listens attentively, a bit surprised at how much thought Honerva puts into her answer. Perhaps she has never thought about naming a season as a favorite before? ]

The fall is beautiful! All of those colors, and the harvests, the way so many animals and plants prepare for the coming winter...

I do see what you’re saying about transition! [ In the traditional sense, at least. For Pyra, the summer and winter are always in transition themselves. Time is arbitrary. ] That, too, is a beautiful way to put it...

[ She giggles softly. Leave it to Honerva to find a deeper meaning in the seasons. Here, Pyra had thought winter because her hair color is snowy, and that’s about as deep as she had predicted. She likes Honerva’s idea far better. ]