( Ain's reaction isn't nearly as positive as her's but at this point, she's come to understand it some. He's... a much quieter person, isn't he? She isn't sure how to read him but just because he doesn't share her spirit right now, that doesn't mean he doesn't like things as they are. Or does he? It's hard to tell when he frowns like that and she adjusts her mood some, gathering her composure and nodding, )

Yes. ( She's still smiling, eyes bright with excitement despite her calmer demeanor, ) The way the leaves turn from the same greens to so many shades of gold and red a-and everything in between... It's our last chance to enjoy s-such brilliant colors before they go away. Soon the trees will lose their leaves. Like the cherry blossoms in spring, the leaves in the fall remind us how brief our time here can be and h-how precious each and every moment is...