Wandering down to the stream bank, you are pleased to see that the water isn't very deep, and in fact, the banks seem to curve together so that all you would have to do is hop slightly over the open stretch of water. Jumping forward, you land on the other side of the bank without any trouble and pause for a moment to watch the water as it flows merrily along. Cattails grow by the banks, a screen of reeds formed with big bunchy heads at the top of the cattail stalks. The occasional dragonfly buzzes by, iridescent wings sparkling in the sunlight and everynow and then you hear the croak of a frog. Certainly this is a nice peaceful place, and the grass is so soft to sit on, and to lie back and watch the clouds.
A shadow falls over you, and you look up to see a tall, slender-built unicorn stallion peering down at you, the tip of his pink muzzle just inches from your face. Scrambling upright, you scoot away from the stallion, as he grins mischeviously at you in an equine way. This must be Yiv'Cresla. You take a moment to study him closely, and the stallion rears a little, as if showing off. Compared to Miranath, Yiv'Crelsa is slender built, almost like a Thoroughbred, and his coat is solid-colored, a gleaming golden shade that's as bright as the sun. His muzzle is pink-tipped, and his horn is a startling ice-blue, the same color as his hooves. His mane and tail are white, and all four legs are covered in snow-white stockings that look as if he had been dipped to the knees in white paint.
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Boo! The unicorn stallion seems to be smirking now as he whinnies at you. Thought I'd sneak up on you. Miranath hates when I do that. He says I'll never grow up. I'm Yiv'Cresla by the way, but Miranath no doubt told you that already since you talked to him first.
Well, Miranath can settle down if he wants. He can be all proper and grown up if he wants. Yiv'Cresla continues, but me, I don't think I'm ready. Or rather I wasn't. I finally did find the right Charity for me His ice-blue horn slashes at the air, white-blazed face proud and haughty as he rears once more. I am the son of Berina'Donnil and Varyn, and I was the first solid colored Painted Unicorn, although I do not doubt that there are many now. My name means Snowy Moon.
The stallion kicks out in mock anger -- the action more like play than any actual frustration. Miranath says that makes me conceited, but you should hear him go on about his family. I say that makes him concited.
"But you two are friends, right?" you ask, finally getting in a word, edge-wise. Both the stallions seem to be the chatty type.
Of course! Yiv'Cresla smirks, tail swishing from side to side and brushing over his hocks. We just like to tease each other, that's all. I have known him ever since I was brought here as a foal. He watched over me, and taught me things. And I have been his friend since then. The stallion drops his head to lip at the grass, before continuing. Well, then, I should be getting back to my lunch, those buttercups are yummy. Pass along my greetings to Liath, if you will.
With that, the golden stallion turns and trots away, back farther up the bank to where he was standing before, and settles down to munch on the buttercups he had left there. There's nothing else on this side of the stream, so the only thing you can do is jump back across and go to visit Liath, Miranath's daughter.
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