Eventually the days were spun away from dunes, from jungles, from varnished everglades and gentle, rolling pools, and back into the throngs of open meadows, garnished and varnished by the spread of greenery. Soon, even the vibrant stalks would fade, a perennial effect of Orangemoon’s chill and fortitude, but for now, they would relish what the world before them had to offer. They took a piece of the sands and vines with them, savoring what was said, what was proffered, and presumed to do the same amidst the peaceful location, with its flowing rivers, violet outcrops, and diligent oak trees. A whole collection of equines could’ve collected here, those that took the time to spiral away from their home, enjoy a journey’s jaunt into thistles and shallow streams, and others that pledged no loyalty to any singular herd, just to their hearts, just to their minds. In a way, they hoped to capture, entice, and beguile the beasts and seraphs meandering and wandering amidst the shores and brooks, yearning to enthrall them with enchantments and invocations, promises of dazzling lights they’d never be able to forget – a series of beguilements that ensured they’d never yearn to leave, to root themselves into the ice and snow, to become part of the mountains and valleys. For others, it’d be to simply enjoy themselves, to wonder, to ponder, the lengths of the festivities, to awaken enthralled by the legends spilling around them, by the games and diversions, notched and sculpted into amusement. She wanted the world to understand, to realize, that the aurora summits were more than all the myths and stories – and soon, perhaps, some would be willing to comprehend those sentiments.
 
They glided, close to the tallest oak gathered on a rising knoll, staring out over the vast, unwinding domain. Surely they’d be able to reach someone, anyone, here, yearning to listen to the proclamations of thieves and menders, of songbirds and golden flames, eager to extend the hospitality they’d always been privileged to have. She sang again, beautiful and invoking, parting her mouth to serenade the valley, the flowers, the leaves, allowing it to flow in a steady thread of soothing, assuaging tones, wishing for others, those known, those unfamiliar, to listen to their requests, calls, and summons. Once more, they'd give pieces of themselves to the restless souls of beyond.

[Rexanna and Lena are here to invite Outcasts/anyone else wandering around to the upcoming Aurora Basin Festival! If you'd like your character to know of it, please attend. :D We'll spread the word!]