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I P O M O E A Taking that first step into the Dusk Court had felt like coming home, like the trees themselves were welcoming him back with the gentle waving of their branches in the wind, showering him with a flurry of fallen leaves and flower petals. Every sight, every scent, every sound was familiar to him, a hundred different comforts that seemed to ease his mind in nearly an instant. He had come at dusk, having watched the sun carefully during the day so that he could be sure he arrived at the perfect time to experience Vespera’s pride and joy. For a moment, he was still: listening to the wind whisper sweet nothings to him, carrying with it the music of the Dusk Court. He brushed his muzzle delicately, sweetly, every so gently across the trunk of a tree he stood beside, hovering a fraction of an inch away before taking the plunge to press himself firmly into the bark. A myriad of colors and emotions flashed inside of his mind like lightning. An interlocking web of energy from not only this tree: but from several of the trees surrounding it, and the grass, and the woodpecker hiding far above in it’s branches, and the line of ants trudging up one of its exposed roots. With a startled snort, Ipomoea pulled back sharply, the tip of his nose tingling like he had been zapped by electricity. He sat back into a mini rear, his sudden movement startling Odet into flight, the stellar’s jay abandoning the safety of his withers for the open air. Dirt was kicked up behind him as he took off, shooting like an arrow through the swamp, hoof beats echoing loudly on the wooden walkways. He spun and cavorted, kicking his heels up like a young colt on his way, thundering through the swamp without a care in the world. Odet swooped along behind him, chattering angrily at the unexpected change in his companion’s behavior. Ipomoea simply laughed in response, the sounds of his joy loud in the otherwise still swamp. Trees flashed by in a whirl as he passed them, hardly aware of where he was going, simply following the strip of wood beneath his hooves. Until suddenly he burst through the trees and into a clearing, where the swampy ground was replaced by tall grasses and wildflowers, the wooden walkway disappearing suddenly under hoof. Ipomoea skid sharply to a stop, his breath catching high in his throat as a kaleidoscope of colors greeted him from above, the skies turned into a canvas for the Terrastellan goddess. The deepest of purples and blues brightened the closer they got to the horizon, where reds and pinks and golds flamed brightly. It was breathtaking and beautiful, arguably the most mesmerizing sunset he had seen to date. Ipomoea was so caught up in wonder and awe that he failed to notice anything else about the meadow, so enraptured was he by the skies. |
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