The
skies above the land are golden, awash in yellow and orange
hues that speak of eternal sunsets and infinate dawns. Golden
light bathes the landscape, aureate rays of glory streaming
downwards from the gold-washed clouds. Timelessness is here,
in this golden landscape.
She comes then, her twilight-hued
wings unfurled as she lifts her muzzle to the skies, greeting
the dawn and the sunset all in one with a joyful whinny. Only
then does she turn to you, liquid-brown eyes deep and thoughtful
as she looks you over, her white-tipped muzzle twitching a little.
"Greetings," the young
mare says at last, cheerful and full of welcome. "I bid
you welcome to the territory claimed by the Charity of Liathna
Flis'Eran, Glory's Golden Flight. Our charity is one of the
many found throughout the webworlds, home to many of our kind.
I am a painted unicorn, and I originate from Allonia, the Land
of The Silver Unicorn. I am the second mare of the Charity,
Tema're'dil. My name means Greet The Dawn."
She dips her head in greeting
then, her brown mane flowing in a choclate cascade from the
crest of her neck as she smiles. "This charity is led by
our first stallion, Uvilet and the lead mare, Enrilna'risil'libonni.
While we are small for now, in time -- who knows, there may
yet be more members that will join as time goes on."
Tema're'dil tosses her head,
her mane and tail flowing in the brief breeze that seems to
spring up unexpectedly; sweeping across the landscape and carrying
with it a faint scent of appleblossoms. "Fare thee well,
outlander. And safe journies." With that she is gone, trotting
away.
