.Was lost but now are found.
Leaving the playful nais you walk over to a secluded nook of the meadows hoping for alittle bit of quiet. Instead you come upon another small paint. rearing up the pink, white and red stallion looks back at you with a calmness you find unsettling. You didn't know how but he seemed to be much older than he looked. You greet him and introduce yourself.
Dipping his head politely he says, "Sella li traveler, I see you are trying to find some peace around here as well. I am Quie'fela yet another painted unicorn." He flicks his tail. "I am new here, but I am much older than any of the others. I was abandoned and never grew for some reason or other. I just stayed a foal. I was rescently rescued from my former home and Lumi assured me that here I will grow like the other painted unicorns." He dips his head, "She was right. I have finally grown and taken my place among the other painted unicorns as I should of been a long time ago." And for the first time you notice a gleam of happiness in his dark eyes. Nodding and staying silent, not sure what to say other then. "I'm glad you got what you wanted Quie'fela." He nods and smiles slightly. "Thank-you traveler. If you want you can stay here with me for awhile until you feel that you have to go on." While you nod your acceptance he walks over to a small tree and leans against it with a contented sigh. Picking a spot in the grass near him to sit and rest for awhile you close your eyes.
You wake up to a curious sensation of tickles. Someone was nuzzling your face with their soft whiskers. Jerking awake you stare into the face of a cute paint mare. Golden dangles jingle from her small horn and deep blue wings flare over her back. She was beautiful and delicate. Backing away softly she looks at you carefully. "Sella li, stranger...I hope I did not disturb you over much." Shaking your head no, How could such a lovely creature disturb anyone? She blushes, "Thank-you. Anyhow, it is getting late traveler, Quie and I thought you might want to be on your way..." She turns her head to the pink stallion not far away. Getting up you thank them for allowing you to rest in their home. She smiles, "Your welcome traveler. It was nice having you here, it's so rare that a traveler comes along that doesn't want to talk and pry everything they can out of us. *chuckles* Either that or you were really tired." Chuckling you start on your way and then stop. "Whats your name?" The small mare looks over her shoulder at you. "Palear'lisen, it means Running Midnight. Fare thee well traveler!" She walks to Quie and together they disappear around a turn and some trees, perhaps they were going to the meadow springs for a drink. But then they both stop at a circle of clover, curious you turn around and walk over. Palear looks up, "Oh traveler, I'd forgotten that you hadn't met the two new foals here. Come and meet Flis'evirasivi and Falicora." You come closer a golden colt with tiny wings and nearby a pretty little foal sleeps in the clover. She was white with pink hearts on her rump and she also had little wings. The colt sees you and jumps up to come and greet you.
"Sel! I'm Flis'evirasivi! Or Flis for short. Have you seen mommy? You must of met mommy she's the prettiest!" He prances around you and Palear explains. "His mother is Corana'ciranda." Nodding you rply to Flis, "Yes, I've met her she is very pretty." He beams, "She is the prettiest. She's going to be coming here to get me soon. She's going to take me to see daddy." Flis bounces excitedly nearby the filly had woken up.
"Do I get to come too Flis?" she asks him hopefully. Flis nods, "Of course you are Falicora." She smiles happily and you ask. "What about your parents?" she looks confusedly at you. "My parents? I don't have any..." and her sweet face falls into heartbreaking sadness. Flis nuzzles her giving you a look, blaming you for making her unhappy. "Of course you do Falicora...you got my parents and Palear and Quie." He tries to cheer her up while you feel like a total heel. She sniffs, "I know that Flis, but still...I want my own mommy and daddy like you and Ayrath have." Flis nuzzles her at a loss as to how to answer that.
As if summoned by his name, "Whats the matter now?" A coltish voice demands. Another foal steps forward into view. A white red and blue-silver one with brown wings. "Oh, a traveler...they always ask her that question. You'd think that for once they'd ask something else..." He walks upto Falicora and whispers something in her ears that makes her giggle. Something tells you that it's probably something about travelers and funny faces. Wanting to make up for your thoughtless though completely inncocent question, you search your pockets for something sweet to give them.
All Paints are from The Silver Unicorn
BG is from Red. |
