Fire crackled.
The lights seemed to reflect off of the bodies that had joined together in conversation and reunion of friendships. It was, in an odd way for the solitary femme, a lovely sight. Her gaze drifted loosely from grouping to grouping of individuals. Some seemed to be gathered in company alone, sharing companionship in silence. Others seemed to be whispering and giggling together, sharing phantom touches to strengthen bonds of romance, while others gathered in loud groups where laughter seemed to rain down over the area. All around her, the fires gathered and flared up in hues of ivory at the core, with red and yellow flames dancing around and up into the air. Sparks floated up even higher, twinkling as much as they could before dying out. Every so often a breeze would sweep through, feeding those lone sparks back into existence in a brief, prolonged life.
But life was still brief.
Despite the beauty of the area, the companionship this gathering brought, it was also fall time, in which the veil between life and death hung in a precarious balance that could be easily ripped by those on the other side, the side of the lost and the forgotten, the missed and the mourned. It was a time of sorrow just as it was a time for laughter. Unfortunately for the maiden faire, Caelum was very familiar with how short some lives could be, cut by the sharp knife of fate before even reaching the prime. Her beloved son, her little Convallis had been such a soul to receive his strand cut by the sisters' scissors before he was even old enough to experience life beyond his dam's milk and naps. Convallis had joined the stars with his father, and her childhood friend, her first love; her parents and many of her closest friends when her kingdom had felled because of the work she and Calico had done to save those who couldn't save themselves.
Tremaine was not.
The handsome demon-horse still haunted her dreams, filled with regret and remorse, with sadness and loneliness. She still wore his token, the ruby necklace around her neck, his gift to her to keep her safe, help her feel unafraid no matter the situation. She knew it had been a token meant to keep her safe, and unafraid of him when he lost control, when that darker side of his came out and he sometimes had issues seeing friend from foe. She'd met that dark side once herself, and she'd talked it down, proved that she would be by his side no matter what state of mind he was in, and that he recognized that no matter which state as well. And then he'd been ripped from her forever . . . She would join the stars at her deathday, but he'd gone elsewhere thanks to the darkness that had tainted them. Star crossed lovers, opposites that shouldn't have worked, and yet did. While she mourned and missed Calico and his determination and dedication, and Arson and his free loving spirit. But none matched to Tremaine, none had completed her so fully. Her goodness, and his darkness, cancelling one another out in a state of complete equality.
The memories were painful.
She often actively avoiding thinking of Trey and what they had, pushing herself forward to keep herself a few steps infront of the memories at all times. Her past had been troubling, full of sadness. She was the walking example of 'No good deed goes unpunished' and unfortunately her punishments had been severe. It still didn't stop her from helping those she could however, even if she actively kept more to herself now. It was easier that way. And she'd been careful to harden her heart to love and any emotion similar. She'd caught on. Three loves, and the light of her life - her son - stolen by death's unforgiving touch. She wouldn't let others get that close again.
She kept to herself, nowadays.
It seemed easier that way, sharing in company with out being in company. Even now part of the gathering at the bonfires she avoided being in the center, staying towards the edge of the partying, enjoying the atmosphere but keeping a distance. Safer, less troublesome, relaxing - comfortable. She took a soft breath, breathing in the fresh, crisp autumn air, even as it billowed out her thick ivory tresses. Her fairy wings were tucked against her sides, laying flat against her back, folded just slightly overlapping - out of the way. The nearby flames painted her own hide into a more red tone than the blue she was graced with, but she welcomed the warmth of it as her gaze once more danced from figure to figure to - She paused on one form, beside a near burnt out fire, his contrasting white and black causing the familiar green to pop.
A phantom of the past.
The shock of seeing someone she knew in Novus that she hadn't met for the first time in Novus had her hooves moving forward, her mane and tail picking up and wafting lightly around her as their volume caught the slight breeze. Her wings twitched, before unfolding - flaring out and with a down ward sweep, and a kick into the sky, she rose above the bonfires to cross the distance to the other side of the bonfires. The flight was quick, but it was faster than attempting to move through the crowds and bonfires that dotted the area. Her forehooves touched down first, followed by her back hooves as she moved forward, continuing her walk with out having to readjust from flight to earth. Her head was held high, her neck lightly arched, the familiar poise of someone who had been raised at always be graceful, elegant - a lady . . . a princess.
Her smile was warm.
Her brown eyes lit, softer hues of caramel and toffee coming alive beneath the fire's reflections as she dipped her head in greeting to the familiar stallion, "
I never expected to see a familiar face from the past in Novus. Hello, Coyote; how have you been?" Her speech was proper, but the nickname spoke of a familiarity that came from knowing the coyote in equine cloth. "
It's good to see you . . ." She added after a brief pause, and the smile assured him she wasn't just saying it to be polite, because it was expected to be said for a reunion . . it was good to see him, to see a familiar face, who had known her before Calico and Convallis had been lost, as well as her kingdom, her people; her everything. A familiar face who knew her playful side, that played tricks, and didn't mind assisting in his pranks and chaos. The side that knew the fairy in the pony was just a mischievous as stories said. But also someone she wouldn't need to pretend with.
Someone who already knew her.
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