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he little sunburst woman of gold and red was many things.. a she-devil, a mistress of poisons, and of course: a party goer. When she had been slithering in the shadows of Denocte's capitol city, her ears had heard the whispers. An invitation for all, far and wide, to freely cross the borders into Dawn to join in the celebration of a success harvest; to thank the gods for the gifts that they had bestowed upon the lands. She did not have to think twice; at first light, she found herself trekking across the neutral lands, anticipation bubbling in her blood like sweet ecstasy.Little gold hooves carried her — finally — through the invisible line of Delumine, when the cold sun above her was slowly descending below the horizon. The stars began to yawn awake above her, as colors of gold and blue and rose streaked across the sky like watercolor paints. Smoke was heavy in the air, the scent of roasted pumpkin and spiced cider and apples thick and heady on her tongue. Her mouth began to water as she entered the outer rings of the festivities; the crowds lively as they filtered between trees and large, flickering bonfires as big as a youngling.
Mila weaved in and out of the throng of warm bodies, a wraith of freckled red and gold. With a tender tendril of her mind, she plucked a pastry from a platter, before she took a little bit of the treat. Pumpkin and sugar and flaky deliciousness burst on her tongue, her eyes closing as she gulped down another bite. "Why don't we have these back home?" she asked, more to herself, as she mischievously lifted an entire platter and disappeared around a corner. She melted into the shadows as night began to fall, completely at home in the darkness as the music thrummed all around her and she enjoyed another pastry.
She was completely unaware of who and what might await her as the shadows began to grow.
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