LISELI
I can heal you and you can be whole, because that is who we are.
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he colors, the warmth, the light and chatter all around! What an exciting place to be! It was a clear night as the shinny copper splash equine made his way through the crowds. The liveliness of the place brought to him a sense of excitement and a bit of nostalgia. He walked with his head high, heterochromatic eyes darting to and from the different booths and beings. Some tents were the essence of luxury, elaborate and extravagant while others were of the more humble variety. A bit ironic, Liseli thought, how usually the later seemed to be the postings surrounded by the most laughter. Liseli was just excited to take it all in, he’d seen little like this in his whole life. Liseli had spent the better part of the following year in isolation, traveling through the forest and over the lands to reach Novus. Through the few encouragers he’d had with various fellow travelers he now new that he had been in Novus for some time, just in a place generally reserved for those called the vagabonds. It was also though his encounters he’d learnt about the kingdoms of Novus as well. Once he’d helped a deer clean and mend a flesh wound upon the mountainside, where he learned about the kingdom of Delumine and the equids of the Dawn Court. These fancy terms meant little to Liseli, but he did know they were looking for new blood. Liseli figured someone with his gifts could be useful to them.
It was to the castle upon the hill that was his original destination, but the crowds here tugged at his curiosity enough for him to deviate from his original path. He wasn’t entirely sure what he’d hope to find here but it was tantalizing to the senses. All of the gathering reminded him of the fires of his family when he was young, everyone would gather together and dance. Embracing the warmth and company of one another, words carrying stories or world long gone and those from far beyond. He listened now as he walked around the dizzying maze of tents and allies created by them, equines sharing stories of all the ways they’ve lived. It would come in bit and pieces but Liseli would lie to himself if he didn’t admit a part of him missed it all.
As Liseli ventured through the alleyways the lights from the various lanterns and fires was setting his coat alight. All the copper areas of his body had this metallic sheen over them reflecting off in soft violets, bold periwinkle and blue hues. Though his wings were tucked he was growing used to the slight bumps and soft passing rubs from the other festival attendants. A few individuals yelled at him a passing compliment, though he just smiled politely and continued on. He assumed that some, if not most party goers were doing just that, partying. While he tried to keep his wings small his horns were another matter. It wasn’t long before he had been lost in his own observations that he accidentally entangled them for a moment in some low hanging fabrics. As he shook his head gentle trying to wear off the threads he was brought back to reality. It had been so long since he’d had any type of fun and this seemed like the type of place to indulge himself, even if just a bit.
He headed to the nearest opening where he quickly tried to find a less populated area on the fringes, but somewhere that the larger bonfire in the center’s light could still reach him. He’d almost forgotten what genuine heat felt like after so many weeks in the forests. He stood easily upon his long legs, allowing his crown to dip forward and watch as the other equids dance around joyously. Though it was so loud, Liseli thought he could almost fall asleep. It wasn’t because he was bored he was just at peace and happy. His curious mind thought that he should dance with some of them, but his wall flower nature was still overcoming him. I am having fun.
