More arrived, more locals to the lands, more who were not. They all came, they mingled, and some did stare at her. A stallion, darkness trimmed with gold, handsome in his own way, seemed particularly caught upon her, and she merely offered a glance with a raised eyebrow back at him, not shy but neither was she overly defiant or challenging. It was merely a statement, an offering of an opening, should he wish to do more than stare at her at this event.

The dragonmare also noted the arrival of Volterra, and offered a smile should he look her way, but otherwise lingered where she was, comfortably mostly out of the way and 'horse-watching'. Dramyrth notes the arrival of more dragon companions via mental nudges, but otherwise is silent in his observation from his perch atop her scaled withers.

Then the sky came alive, lightning splitting it with sudden blinding arcs and crackles. As darkness fell, Amaris' heart lurched, for darkness only fell like that when her mother was nearby - but no, this was not the DragonHeart, this was..

The God of Time, she and her companion thought simultaneously, as they watched the lightning figures chasing each other across the night sky, the story they wove, silently cheering for the dragons that appeared and knowing that only a God could possess such power.

Another had arrived to the party, and Amaris vaguely recognised the God himself from a time many years ago, when all of the Gods had exited the realm to venture elsewhere, before the wraiths came to this realm and destroyed everything. He was static-y in appearance, and she vaguely thought she could see a family resemblance between he and the Spark Light - but she did not dwell on all of that, simply wishing to immerse herself in the party.

Lyanna appeared by her side soon after, and the dragonmare offered a matching nod for her queen, and a smile that exuded nothing but warmth and welcome. Should the dark mare sidle close enough, she would even be offered a gentle touch of Amaris' maw in greeting, though the dragonmare would not be offended should the queen deny its brief caress.

"Indeed," Amaris agreed softly, looking at the resulting array of lights that were blooming all around them. She wondered, if the Edge were to throw a similar 'festival', would the Moon Goddess grant her presence? Would she flaunt her powers to the masses?

Or would she smite them all, taking advantage of them all being in one place?

"The Basin sure know how to throw a party." Idle comments, something to fill the dying ebbs of conversation, soft murmurings that meant nothing except a way of deflecting the inevitable awkwardness (but inevitably made it more awkward), were summoned, here and there, as the dragonmare continued her mostly silent observations of the gathering.

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@Lyanna for speaking to directly ^^

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