75.

Style: Human

Pairing: Twilestia

Rating: Everyone

Fall

It was in the little things, Twilight noticed.

It was in the way she would, occasionally, have her meals in the park a few blocks over, especially during autumn, when the leaves ventured to their separate hues in preparation for chillier weather. Children kicked up those leaves, fallen after the run, stirring a mirage of earthy tones. Their laughter tickled through the air and hung, suspended like a leaf or two which hadn’t drifted down from the tip of a branch and swung in the wind, nearly but not quite able to blow away.

It was in the way she would watch this swirling wonder, of children and leaves as the wind picked up, with a warmth in her spinel eyes that betrayed the borrowed appearance of the cozy jacket she nestled into and the crystallized air that drifted from her mouth in an exchange for the food she took in, one bite at a time.

It was in the way they flocked to her, like torrents of water pouring through the cracks of rocks, flooding and swirling, with questions and wide eyed curiosities and awe inspired blushes as she complemented their hair or called them by name after polite introductions. Until, their young spans of attention would reach their peak, and they dispersed, leaving he to tend to the trickle of adults that found it easier to approach her while her throne was only a park bench.

It was in the way she crossed her leg over her knee instead of at the ankles, and clasped her thermal with both hands, slender and graceful and never too cold to accept a handshake.

It was in the way she rose from her seat, glad to have gotten a moment to pretend that her guards weren’t waiting at a safe shouting distance away. Her eyes would sweep over the auburn and orange park, taking in the detail of every last vein on the dry leaves, her breath would take in a deep inhale of the crisp air, absorbing the detail of every last fragrance of natural potpourri. She would stand for a meditative beat before taking her steps toward her chariot at the rusty entrance gates.

It was in the way she stopped being a goddess, donning her only other public option as a princess, but became more than that. It was in the way she reminded them that she was real. Alive. Approachable. Not just a survived priceless artifact of the past in a glass case, that never failed to make Twilight fall even more in love with Celestia.