Autumn just had started and on most parts of Neopia there still were a few warm and sunny days. The floating island however showed typical autumn weather at its best - a dull grey sky and rain. Garven Hale was walking through the wet streets of the Darigan Citadel.
It was just the beginning of the Month of Gathering, normally still a very warm and sunny time but not for the region of Terror Mountain. There it always was freezing cold, not to speak of the regular snow storms.
Tandrak Shaye was walking through the bitter cold but calm night.
Insects were chirping in the bushes beside the street. It was another warm evening in Altador. Garven Hale was wandering up and down the place before the team quarters and didn't stop until he saw the Darigan Gelert approaching him.
"For a land of sun it's rainy quite often", Tandrak muttered, tilted back his head and looked at the grey sky. There was just slight drizzle but a moist fur didn't feel that much better than a wet one. "What a great start..."
"Aw, don't be such a pessimist.
Standing there by the window
Smiling at me I know that he cares
In my mind I’m beside him
Fingers stroking his hair
Tandrak stood at the window and watched the falling rain. He almost felt pity for the teams who had to play or had a training session during that time.