Looking around at the hillock, it doesn’t seem like much, but Circinae knows better. She’d led the boys up here at dusk with a wink and quiet promise, ushered them to rest and simply watch the sky while the colors filtered through to black and the stars began their nightly dance. Though the scene is quiet and the backdrop empty for miles in any direction, the water wolf is well aware that in the common lands, a riotous party is being held. No one threw a party like the faeries did, this was simply a fact. The rest of Beqanna would be up late tonight and bawdy with celebration, but for herself and her boys it was a scene best kept at bay until they were older and much less … innocent.
The thought gives rise to a quiet, thoughtful smile while she shifts into a little brown wolf and curls comfortably between them to wait. Corvus breaks the silence first. “Do the little glimmer sparks hurt, when they reach the earth?” He wonders aloud, and Circy shakes her head with mirthful eyes and a soft nudge to his cheek. “Not at all, they vanish - into thin air!” She explains, finding the wide stare of amazement on his face too adorable for words. “They are loud though, the fire flowers, and the -” She begins, but she’s cut off by the younger twin who screams excitedly, “LOOK, LOOK! THERE’S ONE!” So that all three are now intently staring into the night sky where a single tail of flame is rising steadily upwards from the top of the mountain.
It plateaus, hovering for a breath before exploding with white-hot light into a brilliant, dazzling display. The firework glitters, changes to intricate patterns of rainbow colors that dance and weave to make a picture of horses running wild across the night sky and her boys gasp with delight. Between the two of them and the following bursts that ensue Circy finds it hard to look too long at any one thing. Their faces are illuminated by the flashes of light and she dearly wishes that she could freeze this moment into eternity. Time passes all too quickly these days.
Yet, surrounded by their laughter and love Circy soon finds herself enraptured by the bold display of magic until she ushers a silent prayer of thanks to the fey - for giving her children, for giving her this moment, for giving her happiness when she felt she no longer deserved it. The heavens come alive and together, she and her boys make memories that will outlast even time itself.
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