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Her heart swelled again, tender and buoyant, praying for salvation and interest in the coming tides. She wanted them to succeed, to triumph, in the honored glory of repose and peace, beneath the twinkling stars and the dashing comets, the beautiful, brilliant array of light against darkness; the vivid blues, the florid greens, the sweeping golds and silvers. They waited again, bright and looming in the forthcoming meadows, dazzled by thistle, arrayed and arranged by mountainous determination, the kind that glistened in the afternoon sun, the kind that poured from those residing amidst ice and fortitude. As they finished with one, another followed, and her eyes cast on the honeyed outset of wings and youth, a smile flickering back to her lips as the girl trilled. She did back, a Songbird’s embrace of sonnets and wonder, proffering a gentle chirp of glee and delight, Imogen responding in kind (a chirrup, glistening and fond). “Hello!” Then she bowed her head, respectful, polite to those she knew and those she didn’t, marveling at the different beasts finding their way throughout Helovia – kingdoms of open, verdant greenery. She briefly pondered over the wiles of the filly, where she’d come from, what she’d be, who she was, but the particulars remained out of the way for now – the intention behind their visit along grass and blades was evident and tidy, timely and cordial. “Our herd, the Aurora Basin, will be hosting a festival soon. Would you like to join?” Lena’s grin, insatiable and beatific, wound further into her lips, threaded through a divine covenant and glimmering fascination, otherworldly despite her plain hues and amiable qualities, grown in too many thickets and groves, too much fairy, too much fey. “We’ll be having a variety of events, like storytelling, games, fireworks, and fortune reading.” Her hope dashed and floated, pervaded the loam, heart sewn directly on her chest. With each stranger arriving at their call, there was a chance they’d prosper after all. The depth of her gaze swiveled towards the distant peaks, and her head accompanied the motion with a nod, indicating the way towards their glacial kingdom.
Lena the Songbird tomorrow will be kinder |
@Rexanna @Ru
