Walking down the halls into the great room brings back memories of last year. Corr remembers the tables all setup with fall decor and paper and paint at every seat. There was really tasty mead and so many different images being painted. She admired every one of them and still looks upon her own painting to this day. She's glad the energy of The Tower has since worn off, but even still it serves as a stunning art piece in her home.
Tonight, she is here for a different event. Their Queen has organized a Midwinter Festival and Corr couldn't be happier. The Court has been mourning the loss of several of their own for too long. Now as she looks upon the vast crowd, both Dusk and others alike, she no longer sees faces struck with grief. She sees others laughing and getting into the dance of the event. It warms her heart and helps her get past her own dim feelings. The energy radiates through her being and she embraces it.
Hāsta has never been fond of crowds and so she takes perch on top of a lantern sticking out of the wall. The vantage point is enough to keep an eye on her companion but allows her to steer clear of the chaos on the dance floor. Corr doesn't mind since she doesn't deal with separation anxiety like her crow. Quickly she grabs a drink from the serving table and takes a sip. She recognizes it as mead, but a different flavor than the one she had last time. It's still just as delicious and warming as the last one.
As she enters the dance floor, she tilts back her head and joins in the laughter. There were talks of this being a dance to last the night and those who are able to stay for its entirety may be dubbed the "Lord of Misrule". Corr isn't sure if she can manage that, but for now she's enjoying herself and the company of her Court and guests.
"Speaking."
Tonight, she is here for a different event. Their Queen has organized a Midwinter Festival and Corr couldn't be happier. The Court has been mourning the loss of several of their own for too long. Now as she looks upon the vast crowd, both Dusk and others alike, she no longer sees faces struck with grief. She sees others laughing and getting into the dance of the event. It warms her heart and helps her get past her own dim feelings. The energy radiates through her being and she embraces it.
Hāsta has never been fond of crowds and so she takes perch on top of a lantern sticking out of the wall. The vantage point is enough to keep an eye on her companion but allows her to steer clear of the chaos on the dance floor. Corr doesn't mind since she doesn't deal with separation anxiety like her crow. Quickly she grabs a drink from the serving table and takes a sip. She recognizes it as mead, but a different flavor than the one she had last time. It's still just as delicious and warming as the last one.
As she enters the dance floor, she tilts back her head and joins in the laughter. There were talks of this being a dance to last the night and those who are able to stay for its entirety may be dubbed the "Lord of Misrule". Corr isn't sure if she can manage that, but for now she's enjoying herself and the company of her Court and guests.
Corrdelia Maude.
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