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every chance that you get is a chance you seize [basin celebration invitations]

Lena the Songbird Posts: 663
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 4 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 6 HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Imogen :: Common Kitsune :: Fire Heather
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The murky, twilight expanse layered among the coiled tendrils of their final stop, and the limber Mender, with her fairy, impish ways and her fey interludes, curled fronds of divine breaths from her mouth, hoping to exude their last beckoning notes with finesse, grace, and hope. Stepping lightly and tenderly amongst the overgrown boundaries, with their illustrious fringe and enigmatic quandaries, with their wandering eyes and all-seeing walls, with their chilling boughs and elusive haze, Lena and her company roamed into the gated world of nomads, gypsies, and wayfaring strangers, prying through the length of barriers, entrances, and exits. As they ventured deeper into the twists and turns, the rabbit holes and wonderland rhapsodies, she dropped a few invitations at a time, and the cordial, Orangemoon breeze, with its crisp, soothing bounty, would pick them up and scatter the sketched, child artisan whims in its whispering hold, delivering, absconding, spiraling ghostly tales of how they’d come to be, how they promised jubilation. Perhaps a newcomer would find one lost in a branch or tangled in a root, stumble upon their vague signs and become inspired, enchanted, allured, and beguiled up the mountainside, entrenched and spellbound by the beauty, by the strength, by the potency of their great kingdom. Her eyes slipped from one venturing blade to another, before smiling and gesturing in Sialia and Mirabella’s direction, poising the ardent, glorified croon of a being who’d long since held aspirations and ambitions within arm’s reach. “Let’s leave the rest of them here.” She gave a great gust, a phantom gale, the remaining proclamations, and into the darkness they fled, twirling, spinning, mixing, and blending into the rapture, into the scene, into the venue of Romani interludes and conspiring fiddlers.

The results of their hard work, traveling, traversing, meandering, and wandering through looming country sides, immersing themselves into the cultures, and sometimes the menace, of other sovereigns, remained to be seen. The image of cadres and harems coming together, in song and dance, in serenades and boleros, in symphonies and waltzes, in celebration and warm, untarnished candor instead of rough, caustic, rancorous escapades was a careful yearning she tied and knotted alongside her chest to bloom and nestle, bottling it with an assuaging glow in case the world remained unchanged, still the same, harsh, unrelenting, and barbaric. A content sigh flew from her maw, pulsed into the midnight blossoms, the sprinkle of pine and fir, the twinkle of the moonlit sky. The sudden notion for home, with its unearthly puissance, with its stalwart caves, with its intriguing passages, and all of its stately, blackguard inhabitants, seared and urged her onward, coaxing a single upheaval from her melodic throat. “Thank you for coming along with me. Even with all of its trials,” here, she winked at Mirabella, “I’m sure our ventures will bring success. Now, however, its time to go home.” A swift nod of approval, of merit, of appreciation, altered her stance, then her honeyed gaze swept over the familiar pathways to their icy shelter, and she began the ascent to their haven.


[You’ve been invited to The Aurora Basin’s Celebration of the Time God!

Below is a drawing of your invitation, provided by several Basin foals:




For a translation; Basin – Unicorns – Orangemoon. ;D

All Unicorns will be encouraged to attend. Festivities will be held towards the latter end of Orangemoon, once we have everything prepared. Thank you! ^__^

@[Mirabella] @[Sialia] ]


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