As leaves started to fall and October well started, Shee decided it was well time for a change of wardrobe, something to fit the season.
She worked with many things she found in a nearby forest and as well as various materials shed or dropped by the Sylesties she owned.
It took her a few days, but she finally assembled a lovely outfit she knew she'd enjoy wearing during most of Fall.

Beware, oh child, the graveyard shuck
Of evil eyes that glow
Of teeth that catch
Of claws that snatch
And drag you down below

Beware! Beware! The graveyard shuck
Whose mouth is gaping wide
Your wailing screams
Your soul it reams-
That's all that's left inside.

Amberline Knutsford is my chosen name
Autumn's felt and seen and heard
My Squirrel Rusty is playing the game
Im a little shy ... Mums the word
I love the weather of the season
Pathway guiding through the Woodland
Enjoyable company a reason
holding gently my left hand
Scavenging the forest floor
Chestnuts are the prize
Red and golden leaves galore
Look at that!!! what a good size!

When the world sleeps and the moon reaches its full bloom, Lunea awakens and takes the form of a fox-human. She travels to faraway places and heals the forgotten. She weaves our dreams with moonlight and keeps the world in balance. When the sun touches the horizon, she fades into the stardust and her footprints dissolve into the morning dew. On days of cresents and waning moons, her cosmic spirits watch over our dreams until she returns.

"They say we all die twice. The first is when the body succumbs; the second is the last time anyone speaks of us. Alas, not all the warped and distorted souls that still ravage this earth adhere to this adage. In fact, some wish to defy the laws of fate itself. There are whispered rumours among the tribes of Ryori that prowl the spectral wastelands; that of a warlord who challenged history. He was not satisified with just memory: no, he preferred legend. So when he and his loyal followers were massacred at the tip of the gleaming blade, it came time for his utterly boundless rage to desecrate the cycle of destiny. Even the most wicked souls quiver at the endless avalaunche of fury he has become. There is only one purpose that this monster serves: to go down in legend."

Apple Girl really wishes people would stop calling her an evil witch. Yes she does live in a spooky, rundown cottage (it's cheap), yes she does talk to animals (they don't run away screaming when she approaches), and yes her apples are unlike anything the townsfolk have tasted before (the secret is love... and strategic grafting).
Still, she's no witch!