the road less traveled
A festival was mentioned, and Willoughby gasped lightly. T'was a light sound, full of emotion and expression yet doing neither of those openly. Her awe was more than shock. Her interest was more than curiosity. Her head tilted as her ears pinned momentarily to the back of her skull, pale eyes furrowing in thought. "Oh!" the maiden says at last, giggling "that sounds so lovely!"
A fire festival. Both dangerous and beautiful. She would have liked to have seen such a thing. Maybe next time. Willoughby was not one to get so easily caught in the past. She flew by what-if's. The maiden took a step toward the stranger, smiling all the while. "It does not have to be strictly about this land" she explained gently "does this library not have a place for others to drop their own stories off?"
It was sad if not. She would have liked to publish stories, once upon a time. Sheet music, too. But the stranger offered to help, directing her 'this way'. Willoughby launched herself after them, hooves softly clanking against the ground. "T-Thank you!" she blurts out quietly "this is my first time in the library. I admit I am overwhelmed..."
@Meira / speaks / welcome!
