The best about Darkfall

Oh, how I love this darkest time of year. There are raging storms and cold that eat into your bones (especially if you lack the body fat, like I do). There are cold winds and now and then it all turns into half-frozen rain that spatters over your face and runs down your spine. These are all wonderous things, for without these things one would surely not appreciate the raging heat of a warm fireplace, or cozying up in a warm cloak under a roof. I try to spend as much time as I can outdoors, just so I may appreciate getting indoors all the more. Life is good.
One other great thing about Darkfall is the Festival of Ylessa taking place in the middle of it. A bright shiny time with gifts and coziness all over. The gift part is the best, and sweet Martha came about with the best one -- she had finished mending my clothes. What is a jester without her cap 'n bells? It was her festivity gift to me she said - what a sweet gal she is! Can't write any more, for I have to go dance about some more now. Hard to sit still when there are merry jingling bells once again on one's head.