Autumn is actually one of Monique’s favorite seasons.  Not only is it still warm enough that her fur and light clothing keep her from feeling the growing chill in the air, but the vibrant colors as the leaves change are always enough to give her a moment’s pause to admire them.  The only downside, in her mind, is that it<span style="font-style: italic">does</span>herald the coming of winter, which is a season she’d just as soon skip past if she could.<br/><br/>The rat sighs quietly, adjusting one of her gloves absently.  She’s not actually in the clearing itself, but is meandering through the myriad trails that surround it.  Others might find them easy to get lost in, but she doesn’t seem to have that problem, herself.  Despite the rather slow pace she’s setting, there’s no sense of uncertainty about her; she knows where she is, where she came from, and where she’s going.  Monique doesn’t mind that the area is apparently deserted, either, and even enjoys that fact.  She’s lately taken to walking in the area<span style="font-style: italic">because</span>there’s nobody around to bother her.  To the rat, this is an almost ideal spot to go when she just wants to get away from everybody for a little while.