Magic and light, joy and laughter, the feeling of being free and able to fly bloomed in her as the flowers of spring poked from under the snow and the ice! Masque dashed through the slush and the puddles of the melt-off. Mud flew into the air and clung to her multi-colored coat. It splattered all over her face and along her shoulders and sides. Gleeful as can be, the girl bound through thickets and brush, small twigs and leaves starting to add themselves to the muddy jacket she was acquiring. Pink tongue rolling from her lips, she stopped for just a minute beside the swollen rivers that cut between Tavioria and Spirane. Lilac eyes gleamed. She considered jumping through the turbulent waters and washing off the earth in her fur. She laughed at the thought and decided to continue her blazing trail to the side of the river, paws sinking deep into the mud.

The gypsy daughter’s trail ended where lands collided. Under a bright spring sun she ran into a clearing where Spirane, Taviora and the Valley of the common lands came together. She lifted her nose into the crisp clear air and felt a sense of perfection. It was the coming of a new year, new lives had come into the world, and she felt sure she was going to step down a path to truly begin her own adventure! But first! A ball!

Clear and flowing her voice rose into the air! A sing-song solo that called to the souls of the pups who had been born two years previous! They were on the cusp of the world, just about to start their lives independent of their parents. It was time for celebration of their lives and their freedom! She called them to dance and to sing! Shed the restraints that would have held them back from the world they wished to live in. Laughter immediately followed the song and the masked girl started to leap and bound around the clearing she had found. All day she would dance and play with the spirits and mystics around her, physical or not. It would never matter to her if someone answered her call to the ball, she would live and let live anyway.