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[OPEN] revelry and merriment; [ Festival Entrance/Tent ]

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10-03-2014, 11:15 AM (This post was last modified: 10-03-2014, 11:16 AM by Illynx.)
I L L Y N X
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They came, gleaming and perfect, poised and elegant in all their fine lineage and horned visages; she sees many she knows filtering past her, their hellos resounding and hearty, and she returns each with a gleaming smile and the occasional odd banter.

The Lord is dark and foreboding as he lingers on the outskirts, seamlessly taking the task she had hoped he would – though she hadn’t asked the man for fear of swift rebuttal in the face of being asked to attend a party (surely not something the surly and ignorant man would be interested in), she had depended on his loyalty and his undying desire to protect the herd that he served. Though dark emotions still swirl around his name and face when it rises into her thoughts, slowly Time has granted her wounded ego peace and consolation; even if the Lord is not suitable for the more social tasks at hoof, he is certainly equipped to be a standing guard and is dangerous as a ravenous wildcat when he decides to put himself into motion.

She gives him a long cursory glance as he takes his position along the boundaries of the tent and the ring of glowing mushrooms, hoping that he will be able to withhold any feelings of aggression or mayhem for at least the rest of the night.

She’d much rather not have to have a shouting match in front of the herd and their guests.

One figure in particular, however, steals her attentions as she approaches; her flesh is pale and she is crowned with a blue horn, vaguely familiar from other social gatherings but as of yet nameless to the Golden Lady. She does, however, make a direct line towards her, and Illynx offers her most friendly of grins to the arrival who does not smell of snow and ice but of sand and hot, desert wind.

"Indeed it is, welcome our sister of the South," she gives a cordial bow befitting one of her rank meeting another from a herd outside her own, the Lady not so vain as to assume her legacy has reached the tumbling sands and knowing better than to be rude at a social event, "I am the Lady Illynx, and that dark fellow over there is Deimos, the Lord."

She gestures faintly with her horn in his direction, as usual lacking keenness in mentioning him at all.

Zikar trotting by steals her gaze, and she smiles happily at the Haruspex, a half hazard smirk of apology flickering across her face as her eyes slip past the one called Sikeax as she cheerfully calls her hello in return.

"Evening, Zikar darling," she says sweetly before returning her eyes to the desert dweller with a delighted smile on her lips, "that would our Seer. Was the venture easy on you?" The question is directed towards Sikeax, her golden eyes glittering with the cheer that overrides the worry embedded deep in heart, worries that pertain to the darkness that comes in clandestine cloaks.

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RE: revelry and merriment; [ Festival Entrance/Tent ] - by Illynx - 10-03-2014, 11:15 AM

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