On the Dark Dwarf

Could it have been peer pressure that drove Autumn to claim a Dwarf? Would it mar our reputation as unbiased historians to allow the possibility that Autumn was rather driven by an abhorrence for asymmetry? The mind of a season is beyond the faculty of men and women to unravel. Regardless, Autumn sent roots probing down through the subterranean elements of Faerie until she felt a nibble at the tip of a root and reeled through the layers of bedrock and sediment a dark, cave dwarf, who, while wrapped in a gauze of fine root hairs from which it could not extricate itself, howled piteously at being exposed for the first time to the unrelenting light of the sun. Let it not be said that Autumn, season of decay, is without mercy, for though she did not release the dwarf, she did allow it to serve her from the shade of shallow caverns.