[[ This Rp is for preparing to celebrate the solstice in the Silver Glade herd. Kingdom of the Arion, but outsiders of all kinds are welcome to join! ]]
The air had grown cold and the glade had turned white from the fallen snow. The time neared the Winter Solstice, one time out of the year when the mists fall around the mountain to allow the fea lights to shine across the skies. It was here in the midst of the forest where the Silver Glade herd resided. Ruled by their king Oberon and his children. The summers had given their bounty and the stores were pilled full of grain, wheat flour and dried berries of all sorts.
"Gather round my fellows, the Solstice is upon use." Oberon's voice rang deep and clear through the common as he stood before one of the larger trees of their home. "The lands have given us their bounty, it is time to celebrate and give thanks. To bring together everyone and share with those who have not."
Teal eyes looked out over those few who gathered before him. He noted his son was there and many faces who helped create the kingdom. It was a joy to lead the Arion to a place of peace. Raising his head up, Oberon looked out past his people and towards the trees that they called home. The lofty bows that sheltered them from the heaviest of storms and closeness to keep out the bitter winter bite. Yes, this was home and a home he would one day leave to his children to look after.
"My friends, followers, now is the time to brush off the cobwebs of your finest trimmings. for in a few days time, we feast." With this, while it was short, Oberon stepped off from his perch and into the crowd that had gathered. He lived not away from his people, but among them. He might have been 'king' but he too, was still an Arion.