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Ava
This hadn’t exactly been her greatest idea she decided. Feathers fluffed and wrapped around her. Their normal look of sleek nearness forgotten with each chilling blast. Oh but she was here for a party! The idea made her forget the harsher conditions. The child had heard whispers of such a celebration somewhere in the north. And though the autumn wind had warned her against going north, how could she resist the idea of games, stories, and the strangest thing….northern lights? Yet, ever cornered by her old life of never needing to ask for company, she had travelled here rather alone. She’d hope to catch someone leaving from the Falls, but had only seen a few shapes travelling up the mountains, and so had followed them. That’s how she ended up here, a frozen popsicle with wings.
Oh but her heart was alive with wonder and excitement, and for a while that was enough. After all who could think about themselves being cold when there was so much to see. As the dove slowly walked across the newly formed ice and rocks in the Arch her head was ever looking up in wonderment, but it shifted to pure delightful shock when she saw the view at the other side. Mountains rose to heights she had never seen, and at the center a broad inky lake reflected the sky, literally dancing with colors. It had taken the poor child a moment to comprehend such a sight, as it was ever so foreign, but ever so stunning.
By the time she’d reached the gathering by the lake the girl had become quite chilled. Even her fluffed feathers could not keep the heat in as her own magic betrayed her and blew the frigid air around her. So you can imagine the poor girl’s delight to see the fires, though small, licking alive into the night. It was around them she was standing, when a small mare called forth to the gathering. Stories! Now that she very much wanted to hear. You may think it only for children, but the pearl was of youthful heart, and the idea of learning at last about this new land was too enticing. Warmer at last she follows the chocolate mare, letting herself be lead to the water’s edge, where her smile and sea blue eyes dance with as much delight as the sky. To the question though she hesitates, letting the others fill in the topic. Her mind was too full of the evening already to think of possible stories to hear. So she settled in quietly at the back, simply ready to let this sweet mare’s melodious voice carry them on some tale of the past or story into another world.
"their speech goes here and this is the color
OOC:: She just chills in the back, in overwhelming excitement. XD
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[O] for I never saw true beauty 'till this night [Festival Storytelling]
