.Rich Melody.

A few meadows away from the Painted Unicorns, the traveler comes upon a mowed field near the forest. Now that is unusual, why would a field be mowed when so many creatures here are herbivoires? It wondered to itself.

The field is cut in a perfect circle and a song was playing. The music was purely instrumental and had a strong beat, and a great rythem. The reason for the field's appearance soon reveals herself.

A beautfiul big mare dances to the music, unmindful of others watching for she was dancing for herself. The colorful cloth on her back along with the complex gold bell scarves sway to her graceful movements. The bells ringing in tune to the music, enriching the melody. She became the song with every lift of her legs and swirl of her body.

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All Fei'daqq are from The Forest of Enitoatque.