Terrible Poetry

Partial bit of writing I worked on, but stopped because I couldn't get the OK to release it as canon in the RP.

Gatecrashers

Lithely, she leapt through an open set of French windows: an entrance to the majestic ducal gardens of House Engelhardt. The short drop from the window to the ground was dealt with by a quick, silent roll, then a motionless crouch for a span of seconds. There were no calls of alarm; good. Moving like quicksilver, Naomi Thiotimoline unfurled all 6’6” of her supple, lanky body, and faced the lights on the green below.

The glowing lights danced, like butterflies, amidst the laughing crowds. Amusements and exhibitions and midway games, purveyors of oddities and adrenaline-boosting rides, joy, and wonder, and confectionery - it was the fairest fair of them all. It usually moved from place to place, but the Engelhardts had recently paid out of pocket to reserve them for the last five months. If this display was any indication, the festival had turned the money directly into becoming, if anything, even more lavish. All of this was an ongoing celebration for the Engelhardt - de Valenois marriage that had got the galaxy aflutter.

“So this is the Neverending Festival,” Naomi whispered to herself, “We’re going to have fun, you and I.”

“Naomi!” The call broke her from her reverie. From the window she’d just leapt from, a much shorter figure waved.

“Coming, you little brat!” Her long legs easily made the distance to the wall; reaching up, she plucked Eira from her windowsill perch and set her down on the dewy grass. They looked out onto the lights for a moment, tails a-swish.

“Did you really have to jump out of the window?” Eira asked, wearing an uncharacteristically devilish grin. “People are going to think you’re one of the acrobats.”

There was a flurry of giggles. Naomi’s hand descended, ruffled the Thiotimoline heiress’ hair. “And they’re going to think you’re one of the freakshow exhibits, won’t they?”

“Yeah - ‘The Most Beautiful of the Katarran’!”

“Ha! Yeah, right.” The two of them began to descend the hill, down into the laughter and the lights. “Race you there!”

“H-hey! No fair!”