Oh the announcement of Gryffen's party was simply all the rage. Minerva had heard from a passerby who greeted everyone they met and informed them of the date. The dark green and white mare knew she would attend to see what this party held in store.
Long legs move her over the path to Sylva, the trees whispered the way, pointing their long limbs so she did not get lost. Oh her precious babies and how she adored the flora along the way. The mare conjures a few autumn colored maple leaves to weave into her dark green mane, a bright yellow squash flower tucking itself just beside her right ear.
Sylva is much prettier than she expected. The woman was sure she would have to spread some red and gold colors here and there to put Sylva in a more festive mood but the land was pretty enough already. Her dark green eyes slip over to the shape of a creamy skin man with ruby eyes. A woman stands at his side, quiet and downcast. Minerva moves toward the crowd but does not pick up on the words before the stallion at the center of it all has stepped aside. She remains quiet as she calls to the harvest apples, pumpkins, ripe corn. She calls to the produce and piles it in a great heap behind the gathering.
Squash, apricots, spinach.
It is not hard for her to provide and it was the least she can do. The little crab apples roll between horses hooves, the lettuce 'walks', indian corn of all colors are a sweet delicacy. Minerva smiles at the buffet of food for their consumption. She wonders if she could find some of the fermented apples that were sure to liven up the party more...
She next gathers leaves of all colors. Fiery orange, ruby red, chocolate browns and urges them to weave themselves in a circle. She wills sunflowers and black eyed susans to grow and walk to the formed flower crowns and to weave themselves together. A smirk touches the edges of her lips as dozens form effortlessly near the fresh food. Mini (so the boys don't feel left out) constructs masks with leaves, a bit of sap, and twigs for structure. A bit of sweat collects on her brow with her concentration but after a bit, she is satisfied with ehr offerings to the crowd and the festival. Let this be an uninhibited masked party!
Long legs move her over the path to Sylva, the trees whispered the way, pointing their long limbs so she did not get lost. Oh her precious babies and how she adored the flora along the way. The mare conjures a few autumn colored maple leaves to weave into her dark green mane, a bright yellow squash flower tucking itself just beside her right ear.
Sylva is much prettier than she expected. The woman was sure she would have to spread some red and gold colors here and there to put Sylva in a more festive mood but the land was pretty enough already. Her dark green eyes slip over to the shape of a creamy skin man with ruby eyes. A woman stands at his side, quiet and downcast. Minerva moves toward the crowd but does not pick up on the words before the stallion at the center of it all has stepped aside. She remains quiet as she calls to the harvest apples, pumpkins, ripe corn. She calls to the produce and piles it in a great heap behind the gathering.
Squash, apricots, spinach.
It is not hard for her to provide and it was the least she can do. The little crab apples roll between horses hooves, the lettuce 'walks', indian corn of all colors are a sweet delicacy. Minerva smiles at the buffet of food for their consumption. She wonders if she could find some of the fermented apples that were sure to liven up the party more...
She next gathers leaves of all colors. Fiery orange, ruby red, chocolate browns and urges them to weave themselves in a circle. She wills sunflowers and black eyed susans to grow and walk to the formed flower crowns and to weave themselves together. A smirk touches the edges of her lips as dozens form effortlessly near the fresh food. Mini (so the boys don't feel left out) constructs masks with leaves, a bit of sap, and twigs for structure. A bit of sweat collects on her brow with her concentration but after a bit, she is satisfied with ehr offerings to the crowd and the festival. Let this be an uninhibited masked party!
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