Reshi
Forced to leave Nerine, where she had hoped to reunite with those of her past, Ouija had promised a gathering that was sure to attract more of her long lost Amazon family. Curiousity fueled her need to know more for the stallion offered little details. Trotting along they had just broke across Sylva borders when she hears a call. Naive, she giggled happily, "Ohhh! A party! I love parties!" Her trot extended to quickly bring them to the festivities.
Cobalt eyes glance about at those gathered. An alabaster stallion stood front and center with a companion on each side. One was definitely by choice and the other seemed off. The unique marking peak her interest and she ponders where she has seen them before. The Amazons! She thinks excitedly. Ouija had not been lying as she had suspected.
Next she notices an earthly colored mare gathering the feast. She jiggs happily in place. Having missed most of the announcement she knew not what she was getting into. After the mare has gathered veggies and fruits of all kinds she begins to fashion party favors, "Oooh can I have a mask too?!" A masquerade ball, how fun she thinks. Happily accepting the gift the mare has created. She smiles happily as she looks to Ouija, "Here. You need a mask too!" His is dark and rather fitting for himself while hers glitters in gold's, fitting for her.
The canopy of the trees are brightly lit in oranges and reds, yellows and gold's. Her brow furrows. Though beautiful this was not the mood lighting for a ball. So she gathers the shadows from under the trees and cast them upwards. Painting the canopy a brilliant indigo of twilight. But they needed some light so with specks of daylight she adds tiny, glittering bulbs into the makeshift twilight canopy. They sparkle just as the stars do in the evening sky. She giggles joyfully as she looks to Ouija who grins in delight at her powers.
Her thoughts over the leopard spotted mare had not subsided so she looks over to where she stood. The thorns that bound her were almost unseen now in the darkness. Cobalt eyes meeting the panicked gold of hers. Strange, she thinks. Who doesn't love parties...?
Without the Dark, We'd Never See the Stars
