Drabble Notes – Sally-centric, based in SatAM under the assumption that Mobius had Halloween. Though I am aware it probably didn't.
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Autumn had truly arrived at Knothole. The earthy-coloured leaves already covered more of the ground than they did the trees and the wind was painfully harsh as it whipped her face.
Sally approved of the weather. In her own mind she felt the bright summer months that made the forest green with life were lying to them. As while Robotnik reigned the world was dying, broken and barren. Autumn reflected this more accurately than the summer could.
She shouldn't be thinking like this. As a tactical leader her thoughts were usually focused on how to stop the world from being this way. She tried not to stop long enough to reflect upon the actual state of it as opposed to changing that current state.
But the Halloween party had given her too much time to think. The others had insisted it was a good idea to boost the morale of the village. It was a good gesture but it would be cruel, not kind, to lead the villagers' hopes into believing they were far enough ahead in the war to have time to party. She hadn't voiced this opinion, it sounded too depressing in her head. But carving the pumpkin didn't take much effort of the mind, and for certain she had put this effort into thinking…