Columbine

Tonight, she went by Columbine, a fickle and changeful thing, little was constant with the striking girl. Bay had wandered on ahead, but she had a far off look in her eye and promised to catch him up before long. She could feel it in her cords, she was meant to be here, and the Bifrost offered a perfect view of the stars.

Taking a seat in the sand, she hooked the thick glasses over her muzzle, giving herself a bug-eyed appearance, and began drawing symbols in the sand, the tinkles and clattering of her bangles and bell punctuating every movement. She only stopped to squint at the distant stars and illuminated clouds overhead, muttering to herself. Don't be afraid to march to the beat of your own drum and follow your unique path. Your quirks and eccentricities are what make you truly special. She chuckled, paw casting upward, head canting with a smile. It seemed everyone was supposed to have a decent time this week... Well, almost everyone...