The blessed belle ambles calmly into the viridescent grounds, the newly risen sun shining bright beams down onto 'er snowy white coat. 'He dips 'er tiara low to breathe in the sweet scent of wildflowers at 'er flints and smiles sweetly. 'He wiggles 'er nares and sneezes softly from the pollen, then laughs quietly to 'erself and continues 'er stroll, 'er hazel orbs drifting o'er the open terrain, hoping to see a stallion whom 'he could ask for a home.

+|From an essence o' clovering geo to th' scent o' soothing water o' sapphire brilliance did th' czar place strong pistons to th' geo. Soft oculars absorbed th' land in wonder and aw to th' beauty o' lands such as these, e'en simple claiming lands twere beautiful, and thoughts o' th' king's terrain would be bliss. Though th' 'ome o' 'is own was pleasent enough for 'is distant soul, o' Clover Lake th' elegant terra south o' th' Apple Orchard yet 'twas 'ome, no place better could 'e 'ave found. Though still 'is 'eart remained incomplete and 'e considered a mate, still 'e was hesitant for 'e wanted to find th' trueness o' a pure golden 'eart, as 'is sire 'ad spoke o' when speaking o' 'is dam. Th' golden 'eart twas pure and free, though firm to what 'he wanted and believed. 'is path was soon interfered by a belle, sweet twas 'er form and e'eryt partical o' 'er was beautiful, increasing 'is speed 'e aimed not to show off, for 'e figured to find pure gold one twas to remain 'imself, though 'is pace twas sleek and rhythmic, th' golden rays o' th' heated sun shining 'pon 'is hue.
pon approaching 'er 'is radiant cran was lowered into a bow o' increased respect, oculars locked to 'ers not breaking th' fusion made, lyrics spoken were gentle yet 'ad th' commanding air o' kindness, a sweet song o' a distant soul,

'Lo m'lady, might thee place thine alias 'pon th' sky?

th' song short and curious, 'oping to catch 'er own response with pricked sonars. twas not in 'is patient nature to force one to name themselves, so quietly stood 'is stance, simply waiting in no rush.|+

Alabaster harks catch the sound of hoof rhythm on the grass carpeted sod, and they flick alertly to the sound, followed almost instantly by 'er inquisitive hazel pools that fall upon the frame of a stag. 'He cocks 'er tiara to the side as 'he watches 'im approach, and 'he smiles, quite charmed, when 'e so politely bows to 'er. 'He giggles softly and dips 'er own cran back, silently considering 'is request. After not much thought, 'he responds in a voice as delicate as a midwinter snowflake, and as smooth as an iced o'er stillwater lake.

"Good day to ye sir, 'tis a pleasure to meet thee. My charm be Enchanted Snow, but most simply call me Fawn." 'He whickers, 'er lanterns sparkling with radiant innocence, and 'er light song revealing a coy tenderness that is usually lost as a belle matures from a flicka. Though due to 'er lone wanderings and exploration, Fawn had retained 'er shy, genteel nature. Realising that 'e had not given 'is dubbance, 'he smiles softly and parts 'er snowy kissers once again to ask it of 'im,

"Ye now know my calling, but what of thines?" 'He asks, taking care to be courteous and gentle. As 'he awaits 'is answer, 'he flcks 'er long waxen banner o'er 'er curved, feminine hind quarters idley, 'er kind gaze meeting 'is confidently.

+|With th' ecstatsy o' finding 'er charm admirable, to th' point o' th' golden suns rays o' pure comfort blew to th' gentleness o' 'is exuberant 'eart. To 'er beauty recollected to th' essence o' 'er soul, with th' delecate words o' th' evening snow twas 'er song sung o' beautiful harmony, much unlike 'is depper tones o' th' bass o' th' pattering rain. From th' raising o' 'is well mannered crania did th' essence o' 'is quiet nature arise, soon 'e felt th' 'eat o' being in th' company o' one as elegant as 'he and a feeling o' shy forbodness crept to 'is blood, somewhat chilling 'is thoughts. Once spoken from th' stained parts o' 'is alabastor librims, twas quite clear o' 'is mannered position and courtesy o' 'he being a fae o' great intelligence,

Th' pleasure be mine fair Fawn.

before th' tainted o' 'is alias o' plain entiretly was proclaimed by 'er ivory stained sonars, a small shift o' 'is shy weight was placed 'pon another obsidian flint before continueing.

Th' skies call me Distant Echo, to th' fair equine's o' mortal Earth, Echo.

came th' lyrics o' deep from withen. Meeting 'er own elegant oculars 'e fell into th' marvelous action o' aw, though 'e knew stupidity was probably in it's essence 'e could not 'elp but return a smile o' 'is own pleasent features.|+

Once again totally charmed by 'is gentlemanly song, 'he feels 'erself flush lightly 'neath 'er snowy coat, and 'he looks at 'er svelte ashen flints in genteel shyness. Peeking up at 'im through 'er alabaster silken forelock, 'he speaks again,

"Where is it that ye reside Sir Echo?" 'He asks, 'er lady like voice, though 'he was becoming increasingly nervous, was still smooth, soft and polite, 'er pronunciation quite as elegant and perfect as it has always been.

+|Shuffling 'is own obsidian flints 'e let 'is admireable oculars wander to th' path o' which twould lead to 'is herem o' one. A single bit o' pride for 'is land flashed c'ross 'is gentle features, turning back to 'er, 'e noticed 'er shyness and could tell 'is own matched, for 'is lyrics were quiet and deep as they always were when unerved.

Th' divinely elegant land o' Clover Lake, as their leader.

'e answered softly, seeing in 'is minds eye th' emerald clover's and th' sapphire lake, th' brilliant sky and th' trees that lined it's wake.|+

'Er waxen twin peaks prick to the name of Echo's homeland, and 'he smiles eagerly, recognising the name from rumours that 'he had heard on the breeze sweeping the lands, being everywhere at once.

"Clover Lake, I hear that it is a beautiful terra, carpeted with softest clover that surrounds a bright, glassy lake. Oh, how I have so wanted to see that land!" 'He whickers with a bright smile forming on 'er librims, 'er excitement masking 'er shyness for a moment. 'Er words were also intended as a subtle hint to the brujo, 'Perhaps 'e 'is the one destined to give me a home, and perhaps also the one to capture my heart...' 'He thinks happily to 'erself, fighting not to get 'er hopes up in case it wasn't so.

+|Cautiously 'e awaits 'er answer, 'oping 'he liked th' sound o' it as much as 'e. Yet once 'er answer was made known to 'is harks 'e almost released 'is joy in quite foolish actions yet twas able to 'old them in, still th' entusiasm in 'is lyrics was known,

Then let thine dream become true and accompany me back to it's depths as it's Lady and mine, if ye desire it so.

'e let 'is lyrics fall to th' dephts o' 'er sonars and 'oped that 'er answer twould be th' new joy o' 'is 'eart, for 'er sweet lyrics and thoughtful elegance swayed 'is 'eart to nothing but dreams o' 'er and 'is land, nothing more but th' clover's 'neath their hooves.|+

At 'is proposition, 'er orbs brighten with delight but 'er other features remain gracefully cool as they always did. As 'he thinks, 'er intelligence allowing 'er to do so quickly, a slight upward curl spreads across 'er librims, 'he dips 'er tiara to 'im politely, and then lowers 'erself to one knee in a bow and rises to meet 'is gaze again with unmatched grace and ease of movement. Then 'he utters 'er obvious decision,

"I would be greatly honoured to join thee in thine homeland, kind Sir Echo." 'He nickers gently, 'er intelligence shining through 'er speech.

+|Delighted by 'er pleasing response 'e tossed 'is handsome tiara and let 'is oculars dance with th' wind. Slightly abashed by 'is coltish actions 'e feels 'imself heat with a blush as 'er coolness was embelished in 'er actions, lowering 'is own tiara 'is flints stepped in th' direction o' 'is land and let 'is lyrics taint th' sky,

Then follow me and e'ery dream will be swept away.

'e whickered in short response, intelligent though 'e was 'ers far passed 'is own, to 'er sweet lyrics and divine spirirt 'he was as perfect as th'sky.|+

'He paws the damp sod with both 'er flints, finding 'is wonderful excitement infectious, and looks to 'im, a sweet smile spead 'cross 'er velveteen,

"Lead on." 'He whinnies simply, giving an imperious toss o' 'er delicate tiara, making 'er silvery veil dance with the bright sunlight.

ooc- blah, the Arab is too lazy to post here again so she will just make a new one in Clover Lake.