Fiesta

 

 

Boy certainly knows how to party. Festivity brings beings together in a unique way, and celebration lightens the heart and eases some of life's toughness. With this always in mind, Fiesta gallops everywhere his feet may take him, spreading cheer and a good word, and hoping to lift spirits.

 

A gypsy by nature, although not simply driven by wanderlust.  His rovings are the result of new destinations always on the list of places to visit, more places to find and spread.  

 

Out behind him fly his tail and mane, his tassels streaming along as well. Lightheartedness lets his hooves eat up ground at a spectacular pace, and he sweeps along with a cool refreshing breeze. Born of the altar of Arctic Winds, did it follow him, or he it?

 

The bangles woven into a strand of his tail tinkle just a bit, heard faintly over the whipping of his tail like so many ribbons flown like little banners in the wind. The filigree markings on his coat match the sheen on his hooves, gleaming all the brighter as cheer spreads, glittering just a little and always managing to catch the light just right. They swirl and wind as if the wind itself painted them there in laughter.