Tara probably doesn't know just how lucky she is to have her first dream party be this nice.
She's sitting in the middle of a sturdy rope bridge, her legs dangling over the edge, arms leaning one of the lower rungs of rope. There's enough ropes that she's not in danger of falling off, and the bridge itself seems to be proper craftsmanship, as safe as can be. She's far enough down that it's almost dark, most of the sunlight blocked by the leaves above her.
The setting makes it impossible to resist doing some magic, and for some reason it feels safe enough to do so here. So she makes several little tinkerbell lights in various colours, then sits there watching them dance around the foliage, smiling to herself.
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She's sitting in the middle of a sturdy rope bridge, her legs dangling over the edge, arms leaning one of the lower rungs of rope. There's enough ropes that she's not in danger of falling off, and the bridge itself seems to be proper craftsmanship, as safe as can be. She's far enough down that it's almost dark, most of the sunlight blocked by the leaves above her.
The setting makes it impossible to resist doing some magic, and for some reason it feels safe enough to do so here. So she makes several little tinkerbell lights in various colours, then sits there watching them dance around the foliage, smiling to herself.