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[OPEN] They're all twitterpated! [singles night watching]

Yael Posts: 186
World's Edge Seer atk: 7.5 | def: 11 | dam: 2.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.2 :: 39 - appears 8 HP: 63.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Zani :: Serval :: None Astor
#1
If there was ever a sporting event Yael wants to observe, it’s Single’s Night; where the game isn't about pure strength, but how well you can read your match.  Let the children have their fun, she thinks wryly, feeling very much like an old widow all of a sudden. This night is not for her. Alas, there are no cures for heartache, save time, so the little golden mare is content to settle herself on the edge of the firelight and watch the pairs circle ‘round and ‘round. Oh yes, she is quite content over there, even going so far as to take a couple of apples for herself and nibble on them. Flashes of light betray her movement (she’s not trying to hide in any way, but she also wouldn’t want to be mistaken for a participant.

A pleasant warmth begins to spread through her body as she finishes two out of four apples, and settles into a comfortable position. She’s lost track of those she knows - Lyanna, Toulouse, Alysanne, Isopia, Erthe - by now, but trusts they are having a good time. There is laughter and smiling, coquettish movements and suave words, bravado and awkwardness, and oh, how she loves watching it all. None of them, not even herself, probably realizes just how much they needed some light-heartedness in their lives. After all, the sun still rose the day after Kaos’ reveal. Life goes on, and never-ending vigilance is wearing on both body and soul.

They deserve this break, Yael thinks. The fight will come to them all soon enough.  


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Sheba Posts: 114
Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15 hh :: 13 :: Frostfall HP: 61 | Buff: NOVICE
Minou :: Ocelot :: Sing Shady
#2

SHEBA


Objectively speaking, the Secret Grove was one of the better places to be stranded for a Helovian winter. The wind’s sharp chill didn’t bite as hard in the shelter of the willows, and the drifts were never unmanageably deep. There was plenty of water, and though food was scarce, the trees provided an adequate reserve of bark. Overall, it wasn’t a bad place to be.

Except for one thing: there was no privacy.
 
It was particularly ironic given that the grove was an alarmingly popular place for trysts—either they were all clueless, or a shameless bunch of exhibitionists, Sheba thought. More than once, her fitful sleep had been interrupted by the whispers (or worse) of an amorous couple bumbling around in the dark. And so, by the time Birdsong arrived, the old mare held no love for the place. The snow had melted, and she had resolved to set off for the south in the morning…but of course, as luck would have it, she’d have one more sleepless night first.
 
She’d paid no attention when the first of the crowd had started to gather, but the fairy lights and the bonfire soon attracted the attention of the masses. Grumbling, she’d arisen painfully from beneath her willow on the edge of the grove and resolved to find somewhere else to bed tonight. Sulking her way around the perimeter of the clearing was how she came upon the golden mare, tucked off to the side—alone, but clearly enjoying her view of the festivities from her relaxed position.
 
Sheba almost passed by without stopping, for she wasn’t naturally inclined to be friendly, especially in the forced company of the young and the beautiful. She would have gone on her way too, if it were not for one thing—or two, actually, sitting on the ground in front of the stranger. Apples? she wondered, mouth already watering. What a delicacy, after so many months of winter…
 
She sidled over to the observer, doing her best to arrange her features into a somewhat pleasant expression. “You have the right idea,” she remarked drily, looking over the grove full of mingling fools. “I think the lighting’s much better over here, anyway.”

 

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Yael Posts: 186
World's Edge Seer atk: 7.5 | def: 11 | dam: 2.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.2 :: 39 - appears 8 HP: 63.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Zani :: Serval :: None Astor
#3
An older mare passes in front of her, and quietly curious eyes follow the woman as she makes a point to avoid the festivities. Yael almost thinks that the stranger is bent on avoiding her as well, until there seems to be a change of heart, and a backtracking. If it weren’t for the slightest bit of a buzz she’s got going on, the gilded mare might have wished for the unicorn to keep on walking, but alcohol makes her congenial and welcoming of female companionship. Taking a small step to the side, Yael welcomes the gray mare in with a brief sweep of her wings and inviting nod.

The flickering light is most certainly more flattering on the fringes, dancing merrily across their coats. It masks the imperfections. Hides age and emotions one would rather keep hidden. Ah, but here Yael has nothing to hide. If there is a sort of sadness in her eyes, it can be easily dismissed. “Leeve long enough, and you learn ze tricks of light, yes?” she asks, as if the two of them share some sort of ‘wise woman’s’ secret. Looks can be deceiving, and she knows she speaks as if she were twice her apparent age, but maybe that's part of the fun of meeting a stranger by a fire. Mystery. Intrigue, even if it's the romantic type. “I’m Yael,” she offers, with a brief glance towards the other. A log in the fire is immolated, crashing down with a spray of sparks towards the already star-light sky.

The apples lay forgotten at her hooves, though they seem to be hard at work amongst the flirting mass of Xelovians before them.

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