Dark Moon Meadow
After walking a long way you see a clearing up ahead. upon reaching the meadow you decide to stop a take a short rest.. A soft breeze blows about you, playing with any loose bits of clothing and tugging gently for you to come dace with it. The grass is gently waving back and fourth to the winds rhythm making the meadow almost seem like it is an ocean.
Running through the meadow, there is a creek with some cat-tails, and it is teaming with life, little silver fish dart back and forth hiding among the reeds and water mosses. You walk by a patch of willows, and a small heard of dear jump out, their leaps high into the air and cover a great distance as they move from one resting spot and into the surrounding forest. .
After a while you hear foot steps coming from behind you, turning you now stare into the face of a tall unicorn, her main blowing in thin strands as the wind picks up a little. She smiles and tilts her head, the blue twisted horn shimmering in the light.
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"Greeting traveler, what brings you to our part of the woods?" She tosses her head a bit and flicks her tail You tell her on how you got here and were just traveling though the parts when you happened to stumble across this meadow and then have her stumble across you wail looking about the meadow. Then as you are about to ask another question a large wind comes up, the mare sticks her nose into it and grins tossing her head once more and nickering, the grin on her face has grown and she trots about you until the wind stops and then looks at you. Her head is tilted slightly, "Why don't you play in such a glorious wind?" You look at her and blink, "It is just a wind nothing more, what is so glorious?" She snots and stares at you, stamping a hoof, " Just a wind!?" she mutters something but then her happy expression comes back and she seems to no longer look insulted. Flicking her tail she looks off to the north and then blinks nickering a little, after a moment an answer comes back and then you can see a form moving among the trees and coming clooser to you and the mare. |
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As the second nears you can see a straight purple horn coming from his forehead. This one as the other glints in the light and shines like nothing that you have seen before. The stallion prances up and, ignores you at first but dipping his head to the mare for a greeting and then looking at you, "Greetings traveler." His dark brown main hangs in front of his eyes a bit, the thick strands dancing slightly as the wind rustles this way and that. Looking past you once more he speaks to the mare. "Pasna'lov, how has your day faired thus far?" She smiles, " Well, the meadow has been quiet besides the visitor." She looks at you and smiles. Her tail flicks back and forth and she hums a but to a tune she would only hear. "And what of your day Mor'ethen?" "It has been the usual, nothing much about the area, though I think i found a newer meadow that looks to be full of sweet grasses." |
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Then a few bushes rustle behind you, and a small golden horn comes forward, , followed by a smaller mare. Her blue coat shining in the light and her white tail flicking back and forth, just ever so slightly. She blinks and nods to the other two by you. but says nothing to you. This though does not seem to be out of disrespect but she seems shyer than the others.
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Smiling a bit she steps all the way out into the open and then stands next to the other Paints. Around her neck is a thin chain, with a tag that has a number six on it. Mor'ethen answers the question that is on your mind about it. "Our maker Slivion left for almost a year and a half a time ago, she was one of the unicorns that came to us roughly 6 mounts after her departed, that is what the 6 around her neck represents." The mare smiles and blinks, masking her dark eyes for a moment before trotting to the mare and nipping at her flanks. Both giggle a little and play back and forth. |
All of them smile and then turn to you the larger mare deciding to speak what is on their minds.
"Well traveler, we must be going, meadows to explore and little birds to chase." She smiles and hops a bit as the smaller one nips her once more, " Hope to see you in these parts some time in the feature." Both then turn and begin running off, nipping at one another and kicking up the ground beneath their hooves. Then the stallion turns, holding his head high and racing after the mares. The ground seems to rumble under their feet and as they get further and further away it fades. Untill at least the rumble of the earth and they are gone over the ridge of the mountain.
You
decide whether or not to move on to another meadow, or follow a path.
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Name: Pasna'lov |
Name: Mor'ethen |
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