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THE WYND MISTS
All around you, extending as far as you can see, a gray mists engulfs you. Its tendril like fine silk, it pulls you forward and you unconsciously follow it, loving its soft touch and gentle, but insistant pull....and then they are gone. No more force. You open your eyes and see before you a clearing in the mysts. You stand on a field of gray-ish grasses, seemingly at the eye of a tornado. Mist swirl in a tube around you, held back by some unknown force like that legendary tale of the Red Sea. Nothing moves but the mists and all is silent, the vapors making no sounds......
And then there is a giggling, and a thumping. Sounds bounce off the vapors and the voices seem to multiply and form a hum of noise, the pounding that a a cavalry chargin....directly for you. Paniced, you shreik and search the thick mist for something - anything - to hide you, finding nothing. And then it's upon you.....
Two small creatures gallop out of the mists and stop dead in front of your shivering form, still giggling their heads off. You gasp and nearing deck the creaures for scaring you so, all while you are too spent and jittery to move a muscle.
"Are you alright, lisab mera?" The telish creature calls you "Lost One" for you seem gone away, lost in thought, stunned. The creature asks one more time and you manage to mumble that you are OK through gasped breathes. Smiling again, the first creature seems happy you are alright - it must be at least a little friendly, then. Its companion remains silent, simply observing you...
You manage to get out a question as to who and what the little oddities are, and they both smile at you, the first introducing them both as if oblivious to your fright.
"I, lisab mera, am Motion of Stillness, a very special Wynd of Change! And this lovely mare is my mate, Song of Gaea!" You make the little one aware that you have no idea what a wind of change is, and he clarifies. I was given to my bondmate, Azrielen, as a gift...I am one of the first of my species to ever be fostered! We are a flighted creature related in small ways to pegasi and such other winged equines. We live in Dynces across the webworlds - Dynces are like herds." As politely as possible, you ask if the youthful Wynds are yet adults...they both look so very young! "Why yes, we are adults!"He seems not to take any offense, but he does seem surprised. "I'm a full stallion! And if I seem childish, it's just because I'm lighthearted....but my mate, you see, is more like our ancestors. She may not say much, for she harbors a natural dislike of outsiders from which I do not suffer, but underneath she is a good soul! And.....oh! Here! Before you go you must meet another who has come to the mists to stay with us." The small equine turns its neck, reaching between its wings to pull something from its fur....something the squirms!
The tiny pixie-winged pony squirms and protests as she tries to free her little wings from his teeth, whinneying and pushing and finally fluttering free back to a little clump of bright flowers on the edge of the pending mists. "That, lisab'mera, was a Chrysalis Horse! A mare named Vashinzay, to be exact. She was given to us as a gift from TalonsHawk, like I myself was a gift from Myrror, and she is also, like myself, one of the first of its kind. She tore out of her Crysalis not too long ago, really, and she basically took over one of the mist's flowerbeds as her own territory! She sometimes rides between my wings to keep warm while traveling in the mists....that's why I had to pry her out when I wanted her to meet you. She can be....upity...." He smiles as a sharp, indignant little snort echoes from the nearby flowerpatch. Eyes widening and ears pricking up, Motion observes the mists around you, waiting and watching. When he is satisfied, he bowed and insists, "Now you truly must be going travelor...the mists only open like this every so often. If you stay much longer, this clearing will close again and you will be trapped in the thicker fog here. I can live here, as con Gaea, for I can see fine in the mist and can lead her, but you, travelor, will be forever taken by it!"
Pushing you hard, but not too hard, Gaea scoots you on your way for the first few step, then Motion waves at your retreating form as the mists lead you away, gently forceful as when you first encountered them.....
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The land rolls onward into unknown areas ahead, while at your back stand the greenery of the Unicorn Firends Corral and the Pah'Llock Grove.....
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