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he night was bountiful in music and laughter and fire as the stars yawned awake, shimmering their good mornings like sea pearls high above them all. A giggle and shriek of sheer bliss ripped from the chestnut lovely's throat, her hooves and legs dancing fluidly amongst the throng of warm bodies in the crowded square. Embers shot towards the sky like fireworks as she stepped into the fire dance, her delicate frame graceful and in time with the music. She twirled, her thoughts lost and her blood thrumming, a gasp escaping her as she nearly bumped into a winged mare with hair the color of starlight. Enthralled, she stepped out of the circle of revelers, panting in the humid summer air. Emerald orbs like shining jewels found the dark sealy mare once more, following her gaze upwards and over the crowd to.. their king.But not just any king. Her King of Thieves, the sovereign of shadows and falling stars, the incarnation of Night itself. Crafted from Calligo's darkness and chosen by the Goddess herself. She quickly collected herself, her face losing all traces of emotion -- of her laughter, her happiness -- as she moved towards the wall surrounding the city square. Observant, a wraith; a shadow the color of a burned sunset over a desert. Little but fierce, Mila navigated the crowds with ease; her eyes ever wandering and drinking in the presences of others. Her duty first was to her king -- forever indebted to him, owing him her life -- and thus she was wary around the strangers that came up to him so easily. Second, her duty was to the Crows; her newfound family, her home. Among the crowd, she did not see them -- not even her other half, her Twin -- until her gaze caught onto the figures crowding on the dais. A man, however young she could not remember, with a coat the color of dried cherries, his wings folded and a tell-tale jewel inlaid where is third eye would be. Recognition flooded her, the little thing's movements hesitating. He was close to another, older man, his great horns a sight for themselves as they all chatted with the King of Shadows and Stars. Her body tensed at their nearness, but relaxed again as a fourth man joined the fray, his boisterous laugh and words trailing across the crowd. A smile played at the corners of her velvety lips until she shook it away.
Enough, she told herself. All business. An epitome of calculating stillness; a phantom the color of blood and liquid gold. Her jeweled gaze roved ever skyward at the sight of the dancing winged mare circling high above them until she slowly descended, landing on a staircase opposite of their kingling. She was moving again, roaming the crowd, her body brushing near another mare who's appearance nearly mirrored her own. Mila's ears caught the small talk of conversation from the stranger to another stallion strangely shorter than she. Tossing her summer-bleached braids, she huffed through her nostrils, finally to the far reaches of the market square. She trotted up the stairs herself, sticking closer to the wall, but close to the peculiar silver-haired fae. "Your eyes haven't left him, have they?" Mila asked, a coy grin on her lips as she, too, kept her gaze directed towards the dais. Waiting patiently for their king to speak, to address them all gathered here under the stars.
@Reichenbach @Aislinn @Hugan @Margot @Camdis @
First post with Mila so it's a bit of a hot mess, I'm sorry :P
