Corrdelia takes her time to head to the river. She's not sure if it's apprehension or exhaustion that makes her walk slower.
Somehow she had been a little more social in Terrastella than she's been here and she's not quite sure why. The environment here is nothing but comforting, if anything more so than the swamps. All those in the Court have been kind to her too, so it's not the people. She's always been one to enjoy her time alone anyway, but lately she's felt even more like a hermit than usual. So when it was announced that Dawn would be having a fall celebration, she knew she needed to go. It's for her own good, but also so she can start to make an appearance within the court. If she managed to find some new clients along the way too, she wouldn't complain.
As she approaches, there is the familiar roaring of the river in the distance, but there's something else. Music? It makes more sense once the trees clear and she can see the flute player. There is a small gathering of horses here, but what catches her eye are the floating lights. The closer she gets, the more easily she can see the little wings on their backs and she realizes they're fireflies. All of them. They float in this space like something ethereal.
For once, she is smiling. A genuine, childlike smile.
It seems the tone is the same among the group. She can hear laughter and the tapping of hooves in dance. Corr looks around, taking it all in, including the colorful auras of those around her. She can feel the mood here and it brings her into a place of zen she hasn't been able to reach for quite some time.
Hāsta is perched on her shoulder (or rather, slumped), as per usual. She is quiet, likely taking in all the sights as much as Corr is. She certainly isn't one for crowds or events or really anything fun. Maybe for once, her companion can learn to have fun too tonight.
A familiar voice brings her out of her thoughts and she turns to see Ipomoea coming over. Corr's smile gets bigger and, as the Sovereign laughs, she notices the yellow of his aura and the fireflies settling on his crown. She honestly can't recall seeing his aura as wonderful as it appears tonight. It seems even for him, this night is treating him well. She knows with the events of the poachers, perhaps he needs this more than she does.
"Po," she says in greeting, showing her teeth in a sort of goofy smile. There is no need to bring the dark thoughts into her head now. They both deserve a night to just have fun.
Now that Corr is still, some of the fireflies start to linger in the air before a few gather around her neck. Much to Hāsta's displeasure, some find themselves attracted to her wings and settle on the tips of her shoulders.
"I can't say I've ever seen this many fireflies. It's like something out of a dream," she says, still in awe of the scene before them. There is an urge inside Corr to chase the bugs like she used to do as a foal, but she doesn't yet. They're too pretty to scare off right now and she likes the way they make everything magical.
"Speaking."
Somehow she had been a little more social in Terrastella than she's been here and she's not quite sure why. The environment here is nothing but comforting, if anything more so than the swamps. All those in the Court have been kind to her too, so it's not the people. She's always been one to enjoy her time alone anyway, but lately she's felt even more like a hermit than usual. So when it was announced that Dawn would be having a fall celebration, she knew she needed to go. It's for her own good, but also so she can start to make an appearance within the court. If she managed to find some new clients along the way too, she wouldn't complain.
As she approaches, there is the familiar roaring of the river in the distance, but there's something else. Music? It makes more sense once the trees clear and she can see the flute player. There is a small gathering of horses here, but what catches her eye are the floating lights. The closer she gets, the more easily she can see the little wings on their backs and she realizes they're fireflies. All of them. They float in this space like something ethereal.
For once, she is smiling. A genuine, childlike smile.
It seems the tone is the same among the group. She can hear laughter and the tapping of hooves in dance. Corr looks around, taking it all in, including the colorful auras of those around her. She can feel the mood here and it brings her into a place of zen she hasn't been able to reach for quite some time.
Hāsta is perched on her shoulder (or rather, slumped), as per usual. She is quiet, likely taking in all the sights as much as Corr is. She certainly isn't one for crowds or events or really anything fun. Maybe for once, her companion can learn to have fun too tonight.
A familiar voice brings her out of her thoughts and she turns to see Ipomoea coming over. Corr's smile gets bigger and, as the Sovereign laughs, she notices the yellow of his aura and the fireflies settling on his crown. She honestly can't recall seeing his aura as wonderful as it appears tonight. It seems even for him, this night is treating him well. She knows with the events of the poachers, perhaps he needs this more than she does.
"Po," she says in greeting, showing her teeth in a sort of goofy smile. There is no need to bring the dark thoughts into her head now. They both deserve a night to just have fun.
Now that Corr is still, some of the fireflies start to linger in the air before a few gather around her neck. Much to Hāsta's displeasure, some find themselves attracted to her wings and settle on the tips of her shoulders.
"I can't say I've ever seen this many fireflies. It's like something out of a dream," she says, still in awe of the scene before them. There is an urge inside Corr to chase the bugs like she used to do as a foal, but she doesn't yet. They're too pretty to scare off right now and she likes the way they make everything magical.
@Ipomoea <3
