The mare’s teal eyes were wide as she moved through the realm. She was so unused to not seeing shadows swirling around her hooves, to not be guarded and forced to the the proper lady that her sire wanted. She had been keeping her head down, trying not to draw attention. Grisha and Rhysand had even split up a bit to try to attract less attention. 

She missed her brother, her twin. They were two halves of the same whole, but they needed to find themselves before they could be the pair that they wanted to be. Last she had spoken to Rhys, he had found the magic once again. There was a part of the mare that was dreading her own magic coming back to her as well.

As much as she was happy to be alone, to be away from her past, she missed being around others. Missed being part of a court that was thriving. She had spent so much time in the autumnal court of the fae that being out of it was hard. Flicking her tail, she headed out into the world. 

She had heard of a festival, some sort of event being held in dawn. Even though she was in dusk, she wanted to go. And being as stubborn as she was, that meant she was going. Grisha traversed the courts and entered the festival grounds. There was music and chaos all around her. The music was magnetic, pulling her further.

Finding the source, she stood under a torch as the night fell around her. The flickering flames danced along her pelt, melting her shadows into chocolate and turning her copper red. The vibrant white stripes that danced along her form brightened as she swayed and hummed along with the music.