A cristallyne figurette graced her presents apon the newly founded lands.
Orbs pondered their surroundings.
Newly come to this place had she.
Surely a kindered life was afoot?
The normal dreamings of pixies.
Love and freedom.
Twas the wishes of Orchid.
feathery diamonds thundered across the topography.
As she halted her ribbons caressed her visage lovingly.
Porcelain goddess arched her boa.
Rope like a banner aneath her barrel.
Fanning out in the gentled gusts of sweet carbon.
A shake of her heavy dial blew away her ribbons.
Iced orbs looked at the few 'quines about.
None of which she was aquanted with.
Yet she felt no fear, nor anxeity.
Pure excitement and sheer proudness of leaving her own band of family.
Twas it she?
The shy ess who left?
Aye twas Orchid.

As a young femm Orchid was friendly to all whom she knew.
yet to strangers she was nervous and shy.
Twas just her nature.
Suprising as it was.
She left her family.
Coming here a loner.
dangerous for a fae of the light.
Darkened ones preyed apon them.
Yet her large stature and build often kept them at bay.
Twas only her gentle nature and sheer beauty in which attracthed many a few stags to grace her presence.
She welcomed them whole-heartdly.
A friend was always needed.
Twas her way of thinking as shehalted there.
alone looking for a friend..
a salvation.
a story.

[.x.] From the horizon a silvery czar strides, his paces even and elegant, heading for the waterfalls, seeking solance and solitude within their wild beauty. Breakinginto a rapid three-beats, the czar Adagio naigates expertly over the terrain. A soft whicker comes from his chords as he sings his morning greeting to a skylark that flutters above him afore going off to perch in one of the nearby trees. Jogging slowly to a halt as he reaches the ifrst waterfall, the one the land is famous for, a smile flickers gently upon his smoky kissers as he revels in the glorious sight. As he surveys the familiar faces by the side of the aqua pools, his gaze falls upon a two-tone belle that he is not aquainted with. Throwing his banners from his orbs, the alabaster czar flexes his nape slightly and jogs over to the feminine.

"M'Lady" he says quietly, dipping his handsome crown to her in a greeting. Always one for chivalry, he makes no elaboration on his greeting, allowing the fae to make the first advances. As he awaits her response, Adagio keeps his sonar pricked curiously, and turns his gaze sideways to the rushing waterfall, crashing down onto the terrain with tremendous force. [.x.]

As The lone maiden was approached she managed to keep a conposed face 'pon 'er maw.
Greetings stag. I am blessed Orchid
sweet lyrics larked from 'er vibrating chords.
A piston bent at the knob lowering 'er barrel 'wards the topography.
Outstretched towerslid 'cross the lands.
Twas a bow Orchid learned many a moon ago.
Paperthins danced atop their ever-standing perch.
As the vixen returned to her tall stature orbs glanced to the stags features.
Twas a sight to see.
The vibrant tones in which was his being.
Proudly he stood.
Afraid of none.
Or so it seemed.
yet twas sure he had scars from amidst his past?
Hadnt we all?
Following 'is glance she was brought forward by the many sights.
Most of which had gone so far unnoticed.
Twas enough to remove carbon from your doubles.
Feathers 'pon 'er pistons ticked 'er diamonds slightly.
Yet twas tolerable.
Twas the life of a Gypsy Vanner vix.
The one in which she found easy to tolerate.
Shifting 'er gaze back to the stag she looked questiongly 'wards 'im.
In waiting for the answers.
those in which could possibly answer of a past?

[.x.] A soft whicker of greeting comes from his chords as she addresses him and graces his auds with her charm. Noticing her pools sweep up and down his frame he leaps to attention and arches his boa jokingly, as if putting on a show for the fae as she inspects him. Seeing if he was worthy, perhaps. A loud whicker of laughter comes from his chords as he throws his steel-grey banners from his cran and rolls his stormy orbs at the belle self-mockingly. Smiling gently and bending a foreleg in a simple gesture of welcome to the fae, Adagio parts his own kissers to return the two-tone feminines lyrics.

"'Lo fair maiden Orchid, I am dubbed Adagio. What brings thee to these lands? " he asks her in his strong, yet incredibly wise tones. Dropping his gaze from her respectfully, his auds flicker attentively, ready to catch her next lyricals. While awaiting these responses, he diverts his attentions once again to the crystalline waterfall, memories of his previous life flashing before his orbs as the awua crashes upon the geo. He remembers his family, when he was a just a mere coltine, galloping with him through the fields which the humans kept them in. Then things changed. No one came to feed them anymore. They grew painfully thin, and some that were not of their kin passed into the vil through starvation, as the paddock to whick they were confined was barely enough to support two equines, let alone ten. Then men came for them, and took his father, mother, and sib away. He had hidden from them, as instructed by his mother. Those were the last words she ever said to him. Many years passed. He escaped from the paddock, and wandered here, preferring to spend his life as a loner than to cast his soul to an alliance. He supposes if he had to choose he would call himself a Sacred, and if the time comes he will fight, but for now he is just happy to live alone, and enjoy the company of passers-by, much like the vixen beside him. [.x.]

Wind chimes tinkled as she laughing echoes out through 'er chords.
Nodding her marbled crane.
orbs smiled warmly 'wards the stag
Ah but arent we all searching for much the same? A salvation? companionship?
The ess spoke wiseness far beyond her years.
Paperthins stood at attention.
Boa turned,
Positioning alongisde her barrel
Ivorns nipped to a itch.
Maw wrinkled as ivorns outstretched.
Orbs stared off within the far distance stretched across barren lands.
Alas the itch left.
Turning back facing the normal direction Orchid noticed many a few quines.
Most looked friendly.
Giddy even
yet few looked sullen or depressed.


-sorry its short-