The trip to Dawn Court was full of nostalgia for Evangeline. Traveling through the Viride Forest was bittersweet, but the orange mare felt a sense of peace and comfort beneath the canopy. It reminded her of the Mystic Woodlands. Of home. She had taken her time as she meandered through the forest, pausing every now and again to inspect certain plants, or to listen to the rustle of the wind through the trees. She traveled slowly, but eventually she made her way to the Dawn Court's citadel, where the festivities were being held.

Evangeline had been hesitant about leaving the relative comfort and safety of the Dusk Court to travel to Dawn Court for the festival. The Aurora Basin had held similar events in Helovia and she had never gone to them. So why now? Why would she go to this festival in a land that she didn't know anything about? Why did she even care about what the Dawn Court celebrated?

Those were the questions the asked herself over and over again as she stood by herself observing. There were so many different activities going on that she didn't even know where to start. Everyone was so loud and cheerful that she didn't know what to make of it. She didn't know how to insert herself into any of the activities without looking like an awkward, clueless, outsider. Instead she stood beneath a tree, an awkward, clueless, outsider.

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autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower