The Mystic Stables
SHA MEADOWS - VERITAS KNOLL
Around the rock you find a small hill dotted with beds of large, colorful flowers of all shapes and scents, filling the air with a unique blended perfume that makes your nose tickle and you eyes water slightly. On top of the hill you spot the resident of the field, a greyish equine with some sort of insect buzzing about his head! You move a bit closer and he notices you, giving you nervous pause. But he smiles and trots over, the flitting creature still whipping around him, and the warmth of his welcome calms your nervousness.....
His voice is deep, but serene and happy as well, a good blend. "Hile, travelor! En nomenis Cinis Cruentus...I am Blood Ash." You decide his name fits him well! He is a light grey throughout all his body...even his hair! The only things to break up his coloring are a bright red legband and a small red spot on his rump, a birth mark perhaps. He is smaller that other equines, but he looks only a little different that more common horses....well that and the fact that he's speaking to you. He goes on the tell of his homeland a bit....
"I'm a Veritel, of the wild lands outlying the Veritas Reserve in Sha-Haven. Our name means 'Truth' in ancient Latin. That is the language of my name, as well, if you were wondering." You smile and say that indeed you were curious, but what you wonder about more is what exactly has been flitting about his head for the last five minutes! He laughs and clickes his tongue, motioning his head toward you once you has the little whatever-it-is' attention. The little feathered creature flits over and hovers in front of you, feathered wings pulsing quickely as it regards you with open curiosity.....
You begin to feel a tendril of thought against your mind, images grazing it, sweeping around your thoughts like a cool breeze. The impressings of flashing silver like the color of his wings, and then the idea forming of the timbre of a person's voice....and then a feeling of exhulted joy as a sweet melody rolls along with the flow consciousness of the little creature. You break from the trance-like impression-speech as Cinis moves forward to explain. "He's introducing himself. He is a Winglark cock, a Samite. His kind can only speak in impressed images mind-to-mind, though he has been able to understand spoken words rather well, if not produce them. His name, he is telling you, is Silvertimbre, and the last image, of the joy of singing, is telling you his purpose in life! To make music!" Suddenly the little creature bursts into tune, a lively combination of flowing twitters and chirrups and whistles sliding up and down a huge range of notes! You smile broadly and so does Cinis. "That is the talent of the Samite Winglarks. They are the artists, the singers and images-makers of the Winglarks. Obviously Silv is a singer!" He laughs w3ith you and you speak lightly for a little while about Sha-Haven and cool misty forest bowers and lush fields, giggling at tiny Silv's antics and lounging in the sun-soaked grasses of the knoll. But the light dims a bit and you must make your way onward, so you say a cheery goodbye and move down along the edge of the marker boulder, careful of the blooming flowerbeds all about it.....
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NAME: Cinis Cruentus MEANING: Blooded Ash BASE: Latin AGE: Adult GENDER: Male SPECIES: Equine TYPE: Veritel DAME: Unknown SIRE: Unknown MATE: Not Yet Offspring: Not Yet Origin: Sha-Haven |
NAME: Silvertimbre MEANING: None SHORTENED: Silv AGE: Adult GENDER: Male SPECIES: Aviequine TYPE: Winglark DAME: Unknown SIRE: Unknown MATE: Not Yet Offspring: Not Yet Origin: Sha-Haven |
Left happy and lighthearted by you conversation, you make your way back around the large boulder to Shilishmyst's Meadow, move back toward the flowerbed, continue on and explore a small pool that is a few more steps around the rocks, or, thinking better of it, move on to the meadows beyond, wherever your heart may lead.....
The land becomes craggy in a giant mountain-wall within the cavern directly to the East, marking the beginning of the Leaper Leys...while behind you the purpled leaves of the Copse hides their mysteries within.....
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