Life thrummed at a steady pace throughout the festival. Bodies gathered in celebration of spring under the watchful eye of their Sovereign Callynite. Lost in the sea of faces and bodies was one of the younger members of Delumine, Illia. The striped daughter of Meira and a stag known as Sebastien. The young vixen didn't know her father and knew only that he was not to set foot in Dawn lest he faced the consequences. Illia's rich brown eyes swirled full of excitement and wonder at the festivities and the faces around her. It was the kind of wonder that could only be afforded to a child like Illia.
At this time, she was roughly six months old and ever eager to sneak away from her mother's side. Meira was always worrying that Illia would somehow make her way outside of the borders of Delumine and be snatched away by her father. She knew better though, her father was unkind. She wanted nothing to do with him. These thoughts she let go as she drifted through the masses until she spotted an unusual figure who stood out. He stood taller than her, like most adults. Shadows drifted around him, and it seemed that most others gave him a wider berth than usual. Illia was curious like most children were. The young stripped mare approached the man who could not see, and wondered if he would notice her.
"Hi there! I'm Illia... Are you here alone? Would you like a friend?" The youth murmured to him with eagerness. Her willingness to find and make friends often left her mother dismayed. Meira was not social like Illia.
At this time, she was roughly six months old and ever eager to sneak away from her mother's side. Meira was always worrying that Illia would somehow make her way outside of the borders of Delumine and be snatched away by her father. She knew better though, her father was unkind. She wanted nothing to do with him. These thoughts she let go as she drifted through the masses until she spotted an unusual figure who stood out. He stood taller than her, like most adults. Shadows drifted around him, and it seemed that most others gave him a wider berth than usual. Illia was curious like most children were. The young stripped mare approached the man who could not see, and wondered if he would notice her.
"Hi there! I'm Illia... Are you here alone? Would you like a friend?" The youth murmured to him with eagerness. Her willingness to find and make friends often left her mother dismayed. Meira was not social like Illia.
@Tenebrae | so excited for this thread!
