the road less traveled
Celebrations were still in full swing by the time night had fallen across the Dawn Court. Willoughby glanced this way and that, finding the experience to have been charming thus far. Now lanterns rolled out, lighting the darkened world in a gentle fire. She strolled through the place reserved for quiet conversation, the dance floor tempting enough as is.
Yet no one was dancing at this time of night. Mares and stallions sat together, quietly whispering and enjoying each other's company. The young had been placed to bed. Willoughby barely knew anyone at this court. She could count how many she knew by name, finding this a sad state. In an effort to meet new equines, she took a seat near this part of the garden.
No one approached her. Not yet. They were busy entertaining themselves, happy enough to see familiar faces coming out to the coronation. She frowns softly, glancing away... before a shadow falls across her lap. The maiden looks back, seeing the form of a stranger.
@Willfur / speaks / hope this is ok!
