A party... The very idea screamed at the young mare as she danced through the dusk court. She and her father had joined the court to be with her mother, and since then... well to say that they were rather quiet would be an understatement. Jiri found that she hoped it would change now that they had a new baby to introduce to the world. She adored her little brother, though she also had some resentment where he was concerned. She felt like an outsider now, like someone that no longer belonged. That is what drove the young mare to the ball.
She shook her head as she pranced, enjoying the feeling of independence. Perhaps it was time for her to start to figure out where she belonged. Jiri was old enough to figure out where she wanted to focus her life, what she wanted to do. That knowledge was heady and intimidating. She was not a soldier, had no desire to become one. But she also didnt want to become a blacksmith like her father. So many options raced through her mind and she shoved them away. This was a night for fun, not for heavy thoughts. Pausing at the gates of the citadel, she took a deep breath.
Over her pelt, a crimson cloak glittered. She loved that she had dressed up. An ornate golden mask covered her features, hiding who she was from those that didnt know her form. Even her striking markings were blurred with the cloak. This was the first time that she had been out as a young adult and it was both terrifying and electrifying. "I can do this." She murmured to herself before entering.
The ball was intense, so many bodies and nearly ethereal music causing a clash in her brain. Moving toward the stage, she found herself swaying to the music with her seafoam eyes closed. Flicking her tail, she let her lean form move. This ball was calling out the more mature side of the mare and she loved every moment of it.
I who am my mother's daughter.
"Speaking"
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Notes: Open to any <3 Writing this as a two year old since that is pending update
Credit: Character by Chaosy, Art by LizzArtStudios
