NORTHERN LIGHTS RANDOM EVENT

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the evening is quiet and still and serene, a layer of fresh snow blanketing the earth and lulling the plains back into another night of winter slumber. only, tonight is not completely like other nights — there was something vibrant in the air, looming poignantly though it remained unseen, building a sense of waiting as the sky grew darker, and darker, and darker still.

it was only when the night was at its peak that there was an abrupt eruption of light, casting away the shadows as the atmosphere comes to life in the most brilliant display of colours. because up there, now, danced teals, and purples, and blues, and greens, sending ripples of glowing hues cascading out towards the horizon, almost as if they reaching for some intangible, waning thing. it was a beautiful display unlike any other as the auroras seeming to shift and dance across the night sky, lurring the inhabitants of amaryllis from their sleep. to those who have never experience such a phenomenom before, it surely would be a sight to see.

come and watch, before they’re gone for good!

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In a mass blink of an eye, and the swift closing of one by surprise, light erupted around him as he wandered the fields for any herb that could help the growing sickness in @Nymeria. Wanting nothing more than to heal her, while also beginning to feel the ebb of the sickness reaching at him greedily. Only in this moment did he gaze upwards and find that even in the darkness of night, it didn't seem so dark. There was a giant sweep of colored light that stretched out across the expanse of what should have been the night's sky. Instead, it looked like a brilliant stretch of beauty that immediately made him have hope. Hope that Maua had squashed Kivuli in their path and that they reigned again and this was their swan song.

there're nights where fernweh wants to be in the lowlands, watching the night sky while she's in her own thoughts. the last time she was so captivated by what's above was when she was just a babe, tucked with her younger siblings against the soft pelt of their mother. she feels her body quaking, heart pounding with nostalgia and sadness. the sky's beautiful tonight, with rippling waves of dimly glowing light thrumming against its skin. fernweh thinks about her siblings, to arkyn, eilwen, and armin, and pray they too can see the beauty here. and, most of all, that their mother's looking down at them, too.

fernweh wipes away a tear, thankful that nobody's close enough to see her. she doesn't know if it's possible to spend the whole night here, but she would like to. at least, until a summit messenger arrives to get her or until dawn comes._{BG — ART — CODE}

Since the hollows had crumbled his family had relocated to the rainforest. Humidity pervaded the forest, disallowing as much snow with the tightly knit canopy. Above the rainforest remained hard to see unlike out here where the world remained open. Mismatched eyes looked up in wonder as colors danced across the navy expanse of night sky. Stars twinkled between and within the colorful display.

After experiencing his ancestor as a spirit that lived, to some degree, there were many questions that alighted upon the young Hodari's mind. The afterlife was much more complex than something he'd first thought it to be. Perhaps these lights held parallels to the another world where his ancestors now lived.

Either way, the multi-tonal lights were fascinating. Exposure to life outside the underground hollows left the young man frequently discovering new things. Beautiful, soft murmur exhaled into the chilled air, experiencing the lights with a tilted plum head rimmed in rusted hair. He hoped others would join him for the lights.

"Speech."


He would call the Summit his home, but Azanty would not be caged. In the early evening he had left the Summit, preferring to find a warmer place to sleep…or well…not sleep, but a better place to view the stars. The youth would find himself wandering back the way that Morrigan had taken him to the Summit, this time, he moved slower, looking over the terrain with curiosity and question. This was an interesting world he had come to, so vibrant and different than his own homeland. The fields would be where he finally slowed to a stop. They were flattened from the snow, open and clear.

The fur along the nape of his neck would prickle, he didn’t like the idea of being so vulnerable, but he needed to be away from the trees to be able to see the sky clearly. The rolling hills and vast openness of the prairie like fields offered the clearest view of the sky above as the boy sat atop one of the many rolling hills, head tilted up to view the sky as it continued to darken. The bright lights of stars and the moon were all that offered light to see, but even that seemed to dim as the night pressed on. His brow would furrow, was this normal in this land?

As the night peaked, an eruption would blind him, causing slitted pupils to contract and his eyes to narrow so that he could see. The boy would gasp, jaw falling open as he took in the sight. It was so… magical. Such a sight was so rare where he came from, he had only heard tales of it- never actually seen it. " “Tolimorphon onos…” Ghost light. He would murmur to himself, completely captivated by the glimmer of souls that rippled over the sky. What would cause such a powerful display? Were they angry? Or happy? Maybe there was another explanation that he was not aware of.

So captivated by the beautiful lights, he was unaware that he was not alone, that others had wandered into the openness of the field to behold the lights as well. It was not until the murmur of @Bakarea being carried on the wind that he would start and look around. Eyes still wide with shock and awe as he looked at those that had gathered, scattered bodies on the plains. It was the yearling that was closest to him, his ears folding back in caution and discomfort. He would shift, eyes roaming over the other forms, finding that of @Fernweh, he would chuff to her, though he did not know her, he knew that she was part of the Summit pride. She would help protect him if he needed it…right?

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wrought-iron gate still open behind him,
sword-tips aglow in the May air

András had seen much in his travels, but he'd never seen something quite like this. Lights often stretched down from the heavens and kissed the distant mountain peaks, but only where it was the most treacherous north, in lands far too hostile to linger long. They painted the skies alight with grays, golds, and greens, dancing among the stars, winding through the night like ancient rivers. Incredible and rare as they were, András had only bore witness to them a few times in the past, and even then those moments had been fleeting, their shine not as bright as they were this night.

He'd been navigating the fields, eager to leave the confining borders of the pride if only to continue his search, to enjoy the blissful meandering of the neutral lands of the peninsula; but when the aurora burst forth from the dark sky, he took pause, lingering and gawking like the many lions who'd amassed in the field to bare witness. Some were closer by than others, and when a cold wind billowed through the fields, upon it carried her scent, and the scent of her pride. The white Rike got to his paws, and swiftly found his way toward @Fernweh, and the red little cub who closeby, and seemed to be calling toward her by the time András approached. @Azanty, too, smelled of the Summit. Had he gotten there a moment sooner, he might've noticed the way Fernweh wept; he might've felt compelled to wipe her tears away, too, had she not done so already. Never seen these lights so far south, he observes, coming to settle by the woman's free side. He turned toward her, then toward the cub, before his orange gaze returned to the sky above.

Accessories in this art are not canon—just for artistic stylization representative of this character's personality.

Kassy wasnt sleepy today, and when she watched that explosion of light into the skies, she for certainly wasnt going bed anytime soon. And as such she went to the Fields, this being her first time exploring the outside world. Going beyond the Brook's limits. Being young and naive, she didnt though on the dangers of leaving this late at night. She just wanted to have fun with the fun light dancing above her head. She arrived and how her eyes shinned in surprise and wonder couldnt be expressed in words. "Woahh." This was the prettiest thing she ever saw, of course not including her mothers. But beside that this was the prettiest. It was sadly too high for her to touch.

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they remind her of nox, though she notes that - somehow - they are not so bright as she. As warm. But they draw her in nonetheless. She watches alone for a time, perched at the edge of the fields, but it is @Fernweh that draws her deeper into the crowd. Since their meeting prior, sharing ways to hide scents, and her hesitant refusal to join the summit, she's wondered after the girl. The woman. She was intriguing, kind but careful, in a way that reminds wither so much of herself - and of bloom - that it makes her heart clench to think on it too long.

So when @azanty drifts to her side, she's still for a moment. Watching with her bright teal eyes in silence. She shouldn't interrupt. The lights that explode and dance above are meant to be shared, but if they are of the same flock, wither doesn't belong. Not really.

@András is watched more carefully, the grown man's steps harried by her heavy gaze. He settles with a quiet word but his body is not tense, not threatening. But still, she approaches. Slowly at first, then with more certainty. She draws up along the cub's free side, with enough space between them to be respectful, and dips her head wordlessly to the summit scion.

Familiarity begins the evening, drawing the sun to its bed and giving rise to the twinkle of stars. The night is clear and crisp, pulling Nox from the tunnels to greet the moon. Every step sings of certainty despite her own newness to these lands — she wanders as if she was born of the very earth beneath her paws. As if this had always been home.

Then, as she reaches the vast expanse of open field, seeking a quiet knoll to stargaze from, Nox’s world tips sideways. All at once her fur stands on end and her eyes snap to the heavens, straining to see what it was that had unnerved her. Something had changed, something she cannot yet see, but she does not have long to wait.

Oh — Oh!

Breaking in to a lope she makes for the nearest hill, racing to the top where she flings back her head and breathes. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes and a quiet whisper spills from her lips — “mama.” It was a sign if ever she had seen one, a promise that they had reached the end of their journey and found where they were meant to be. Nox feels a swell of certainty mingled with her awe, unaware of how many others had been pulled to this very space.

Long moments past before an icy breeze breaks her trance, delivering the message that her moon-sister is here. Reluctantly she tears her gaze from the sky and scans the crowd with a jolt of surprise at how many were there. Spotting @Wither she sets her course, stealing regular glances at the sky as she slips near the only face she knows. “We chose right,” she whispered once she was near enough, bumping her forehead gently against her shoulder.

Wounds still tight against her skin at this stage of their mending, Dobromira resolved to not let their discomfort bother her as she slipped through the high grasses tipped in nightly frost.

She still had to make herself familiar with these lands, as far as her lead allowed her to go before it went taut and choked her. A brief trot to explore what lay beyond the Mire's borders would aid in that familiarity, although it only continued to hand just the opposite. This land was still strange, alien as the sky exploded above her in roiling waves of cool colors. It was enough to give the dark cloaked woman pause, her whisky eyes turned up to the undulating expanse above her as her nub of a tail went stiff behind her.

Was this some common event here, the sky dancing? Perhaps some portend of doom dressed in wintry drapes? The hound could scent others in close proximity, more figures in the lit-up dark that seemed to be locked in place by the same spectacle as herself. Whether that was good or bad in regards to the severity of the event, Dobromira did not know, but she crouched low in the grass to better corneal herself as she pricked her ears and studied the writhing lights above.

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