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07-08-2014, 11:34 AM
Lena I'm buried and covered peaceful under millions of stars
While some visibly balked at the idea, the notion of a festival blossomed and bloomed in her fairy heart until it nestled and embarked on its own fervent, ardent aspirations; swinging taffeta strings and strands, harpsichord whims, reverent raptures and fancies. Her imagination sparked and ignited into wondrous waltzes, twirling and gliding to elegant, graceful finesse and the mellifluous tunes of birdsong amongst her brethren, her friends, her family, the midday sun casting a vibrant glow, or luminary fixation bolstering the incandescent poise. Perhaps tents and stalls would flap in the breeze, banners waving amongst the summer eaves, whistling their prestige, their might, their supremacy, spirits bolstered from the lengthy tirades of daunting tribulations and scorching demons, monsters laid to rest for the art of repose and silken ministrations. Laughter would ring, blessings and invocations would reach a monumental hum and hymn, and the sharpened spears of their blades, of their rapiers, wouldn’t have to be fixated upon dangers lurking, growling, seething. Illynx’s proclamations after the meeting only heightened the fantastic visions, allowed traces and sketches, outlines and diagrams to form and flow between her eyes like pointed stars, thrown confetti, and dulcet grandeur – she encouraged the discussion with a brilliant, ebullient smile, christening her purpose, volunteering through the curled masses. “I’d be willing to help gather the glowing mushrooms, and deliver invitations when everything is ready.” Imogen chirped in firm agreement (because she too could envision a world of ice, crystals, rime and frost suddenly emboldened by the prevailing strength of the Basin and its aurora bliss), wildly waving her ivory tails, swaying into the Tallsun vestiges. If the tasks seemed daunting, arduous and laborious, the belle and vixen paid no mind, eagerly awaiting the moments they could begin their quest, their crusade, glancing amongst the corridor, the open parlor, the wide venue, to see what others longed to do. |
