The glory noise of Jubilation Day drifted skyward from the village below, where its inhabitants celebrated with joyous abandon. The wink and flash of flying fiddlesticks skittered through the shadowy mesh of fire and moonlight, weaving a jigging tune reflective of the fierce delight associated with the day.
High above, oblivious to the raucous hubbub beneath her, the royalesse perched on the tallest parapet, dangling one dusty foot over the edge. Her chin rested with pensive reserve on the opposite sunburnt knee, and her eyes peered into the distance, rapt and drowsy.
Such a day! Such a heart-bursting, breath-stealing joyday.
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