The start of Mara's ninth week in her new home heralded the beginnings of a cooler
season. The tree leaves were beginning to brown, and the fruits and berries found less
frequently. The pull of the waning Moon, which was of a similar size to the one Mara had
always known, re-awoke Mara's proof of womanhood. It was with that shedding that Mara
realized two things, that this planet was very real, and that her body could still adjust and
nurture life. With the oncoming fall, which Mara feared would be short lived, her routine
of work with Joshua altered into continuous foraging and preserving of foodstuffs. The
pantry was soon full, and another small room was filled as well, with yet another small
room filled halfway. They completed the work none too soon, for the blue sky of summer
had been replaced by winter's grey mantle, playfully obscuring the twin suns from view.
One morning soon after the change in sky color, Joshua said good-bye to Mara. He walked
out into the snow that had just begun to fall outside the cave, while Mara watched his
shrinking back with conflicting thoughts running through her head. The weather picked up
and the snow began falling faster, with a wetter consistency. Winter was stating off with
a storm that matched Mara's uncertain mood, and she retreated inside her cave.
Mara stood still in the midst of the main cavern for a few minutes, wondering just how
long winter would last. Joshua had promised to come by as often as he was truly needed,
but he had also that she would not see him for the entire winter. A whole season by
yourself can get lonely. Mara shook her head and walked over to where one of her looms
was standing in a corner. The light from the mushrooms tinted her had a soft blue as she
started working on finishing a mat for the Bathroom. She had to keep working, it was the
only way to avoid cabin-fever, and thinking too much.