"Come to us" they say together and you know they speak to you and you alone. You come forward, and without thinking you stand between them.
"You are born in my warmth" says Sylvana.
"And you end in my cold." says Umbra.
Together "You are lady of the yellow leaf and the brown, of the harvest, and of the time when the days grow shorter and the moon brighter and all prepare for the coming of the ice. You are lady of the dying that precedes rebirth. You are our daughter, born of our union, and yet you are neither of us. Take your place, princess of Autumn."
You look down, and discover that your skin is now covered by brown leaves, and your hair is bare twigs.