It seemed that they were like so many this night, in that the closer they came to their destination, the more they thought they could perhaps, just perhaps, taste the scents of many on the winds. Seasoned with salt and the unquestionable tang of the ocean spray, scents of those unknown and those faces who had been seen before. A scent that was forever embroidered into their mind as bringing forth a voice whose tone was like rich chocolate, and the scents of those yet unknown, some from these very lands and some from a place away, yet nonetheless baring no metallic hint of blood in the winds.
The storms sent energy through their coat, their skin tingling with the oncoming lightning that would no doubt fall from the sky. It was not an itch that needed to be scratch, but the bidding to come and run, to dance with the energy that began to flow through flesh. Leap and buck and twirl, whinny and cry and rear, dance the night away in the company of the pounding rain and the bounding lightning that leapt across the sky, as nimble as a doe. Dance a romp in the middle of the night, eyes wide with child-like wonder and a grin that would leave cheeks aching in the morning.
Laugh because there is nothing better to describe the feeling in your breast than laugh, giggle quietly as your eyes squint shut and kick your hooves because you are so overcome with love for the glory that is the natural world and all it beauty. So overcome with love for life.
Let tears fall because it is too much, too much. Too much for one body to hold. Let tears fall and streak warm, salted stripes across your brilliant grin, because you cannot help but to show the fires and waters and winds and earths of your emotions in all the ways that you can.
And so they came to watch, to watch the way the storm stirred the energy they felt along their flesh into the waters of the oceans as well. The way the waves roared with the same overwhelming joy that roared within the dark equine's breast in tandem. To cry out into the night alongside those forces that seemed to feel the same things they did, to know the world in the same way they did.
But instead, they came to believe that they were not the only one who had come to see such things, and that they had all come in peace. There seemed to not be a hostile whisper in the winds, not even the slightest hint of aggression, despite the fact that although they were not quite certain, for they were not quite so familiar with the whole of their new Court, as they crested the lip of the path that should lead down to where the group had gathered, they were of the belief that not all of the members were those of the Night Court.
They had been correct in one thing, as they paused before descending, taking in the view of the others who were down below, Reichenbach was indeed here. Other than that, they knew not a face among the others who were down below.
It was hardly an issue in their mind.
Emerald colored hooves tapped softly, their sound lost amidst the wind as ears pricked forwards caught the edge of another's statement, and they felt a grin curl upon their face before they could stop it.
"Room for one more?"
"Better make that two more!"
They allowed their voice to carry out from their lips as gay as the forests of the spring that had just passed. They picked up their pace somewhat as they made to join the others, laughter slipping from mouth and eyes lighting up in delight as they nearly went skidding on the stone, having stepped at a wrong angle upon a too-slick stone. Their heart rate was most definitely up now from the surprise, but even though their legs had nearly collapsed in a very clumsy manner, they were nonetheless too caught up in the excitement of the moment to care.
They made their way to join the others as swiftly as they were able, hooves clacking against stone in a manner more audible to the group now that they were closer. And if the winged kirin whose available side they came upon allowed, they would step to his side and bump their shoulder against his for a moment, directing a happy smile in his direction before giving him his personal space and turning their gaze out to the sea, the wind whipping at their obsidian and emerald locks, the distant spray causing the proud crown of antlers atop their head to glimmer as if studded with diamonds, or perhaps stars.
@Aislinn @Weir @Reichenbach @Isorath
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