[P] such odd little customs (festival)

[Regina]

There was still so much of her new home Regina had yet to explore. As a foal she would have already explored at least half of these new homelands by now, but then again she'd likely already be getting ready to move on with her herd as they followed greener pastures. There was something liberating about the knowledge she had decided to settle down there for the foreseeable future. Life seemed to slow down in recent days. Finally now the jet black woman could spare a moment to simply be. There was no where to go, no one edging her away just as she began settling in. Quickly she had decided this more sedentary lifestyle was greatly preferred to her former nomadic ways. 

As she moved northward the area around here looked both familiar and foreign at the same time. She'd traveled through this way when she'd first come to Novus and the Dusk Court, would have had to. Or at least she'd come close to it, probably skirting along the western edge of the swampland and crossing through the fields before making it to the breathtaking sight that had been the Terminus Sea. The thought of such power still brought goosebumps across her skin. That first sight truly had been an experience that had touched her very soul. 

So engrossed in her memories was she that the girl literally stumbled into the strange, wicker contraptions sprayed across the ground near the entrance to the grove. Startled she gave a small hop to the left, throwing her head in alarm for a moment before looking down at the unmoving basket. Whale eyed she stared at it for a moment, trying to figure out exactly what the strange thing was. "Is it some sort of snake?" She mused aloud, gingerly pushing one limb forward to poke at it with an ink colored hoof. It was... sort of squishy? Confused she tilted her head before extending her neck near its maximum length to sniff the basket. "Hmm... it seems harmless enough, but what's it do though?" She sniffed deeply, oblivious to the festivities around her. 

for @Corrdelia, although I'm totally ok if anyone else wants to join in too :)

[Corrdelia]

strangeness and

charm

It feels like so much more time has passed since she was last in Terrastella. The swamp feels different to her in a way that she can't explain it. Maybe it feels bitter about her leaving after living here and tending to it for so long.

Still, it manages to welcome her back like an old friend as the sounds and smells fill her senses. Like the Dawn Court, it seems Dusk is holding some fall festivities of their own. When she first had arrived, she was surprised to see an apple orchard along the outskirts of the swamp. Without hesitation, she picked up a basket and started to harvest some apples, at least one of each color. Another horse made her aware of the tradition in exchange for picking the fruit and Corr makes a mental note to do so before she leaves today.

The mare has made her way down a row of yellow apples when she hears a commotion back by the orchard's entrance. Corr looks up to see another mare looking curiously down at the wicker baskets. Faintly she can hear the woman talking to herself. Feeling curious herself, Corr decides to walk back over to see what's going on.

It appears either the woman knocked into the baskets or something else happened because they're no longer stacked up neatly. She can't help but laugh at the scene, but tries to hold it in as much as she can. From the other mare's expression, it's clear she isn't sure how this works.

"Feel free to take a basket for yourself," she instructs with a smile, gesturing at her own. Some of the apples roll around in the basket as she moves. "It's for Dusk's fall celebration. You can pick as many apples as you'd like, so long as you plant a seed for each one you pick."

After looking closely at the woman, she's certainly not anyone she's met before, both in Delumine and Terrastella. "I'm Corrdelia, resident psychic and crow witch of Delumine," she says with a brief bow. For a moment, she almost said Terrastella, but she's slowly been able to grow out of the habit.

On her shoulder, Hāsta is slumped to the side, with her feet fastened by the cord around Corrdelia's neck. In her mind, the bird is grumpy as usual and wishing they had just stayed home. "This is Hāsta, but don't mind her, she's just a grumpy old bird," the mare laughs, listening to the bird squawk in her mind. The crow has certainly never been the best company, but Corr is used to it by now.

"Speaking."

credits

@Regina <3