Had the Queen of Faeries realized what happened elsewhere with the blessing she bestowed upon the nation's crops, she would have been quick to take flight and assist in cleaning up the mess she made. But by a twist of chance she remained blissfully unaware of the situation and, thankfully, in high spirits after arriving at the place where the harvest festival itself took place.

Properly, at that.

Flowers decorated her brown locks and occasional cast a stray petal down her ribbon shoes where she stepped. She lifted the edges of her white sundress and spun, letting the material fan out around her. The food and booze could wait; dance was much more her style. Moving to the cheerful music only served to further brighten her green eyes.

"Praise indeed," she replied in an absent-minded sort of way mid spin, humming quietly under her breath. "If every day was like this, the realm would be in bliss forever."

Birinne Moonwing @open
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