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Shezna’s wings become a gossamer blur as the other mare approaches at a fast pace, her large hooves trampling and stamping and her voice booming through the clearing. Flitting overhead Drom to place herself in the face of the talkative, gentle hearted mare, her high pitched voice is commanding as it rises from her mighty four inches. What she says is lost in the pace of it all and the flailing of her arms to get the mare to stop, but it seems she is only in a rush to meet up with her horse friend.
The matron drops her arms across her chest when a startled, “Oh!” breaks from the new, spotted creature’s mouth. Thankfully it seems to remind her that little ears shake beneath the weight of her voice, and more quietly she shares their name aloud in the clearing and draws a smile over the scowl that has caught Shezna’s face.
Du’aal has stopped, as well, retreating back across the same path his purple glow had just taken, his sparkles once more muted to silver as he curiously flits about Drom’s head, wondering just where in jubilation all these four legged things are coming from and if he’s still to teach the Drom about flowerbeds or not.
They both listen to her story about her lost fairy friend with interest, Shezna more so for she knows the value of this tale. A lone fae, pairing up with a horse creature? She had heard of it but not in many, many long years. When Rei turns to tell the fairies what she is, the matron smiles and Du’aal flies upwards in a streak of golden light and claps his hands exuberantly, for she wishes to help as well.
The gardening will go swiftly this year, thinks Shezna.
”Go with the Drom and Du’aal,” she dictates, before floating back to her perch in the trees, leaving the mares alone on the ground with the younglings darting from them to the bed they had offered to help with.
If the two women look over, they’d see the little blue fairy boy giving the ring of mushrooms around the tree a wide berth while gliding over to a region of soil alongside the forest line. He’d taken the time to go slow so that a trail glimmered where his sparkles landed against the grass, allowing a safe path for the two to follow to where he bobbed up and down in the air.
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The matron drops her arms across her chest when a startled, “Oh!” breaks from the new, spotted creature’s mouth. Thankfully it seems to remind her that little ears shake beneath the weight of her voice, and more quietly she shares their name aloud in the clearing and draws a smile over the scowl that has caught Shezna’s face.
Du’aal has stopped, as well, retreating back across the same path his purple glow had just taken, his sparkles once more muted to silver as he curiously flits about Drom’s head, wondering just where in jubilation all these four legged things are coming from and if he’s still to teach the Drom about flowerbeds or not.
They both listen to her story about her lost fairy friend with interest, Shezna more so for she knows the value of this tale. A lone fae, pairing up with a horse creature? She had heard of it but not in many, many long years. When Rei turns to tell the fairies what she is, the matron smiles and Du’aal flies upwards in a streak of golden light and claps his hands exuberantly, for she wishes to help as well.
The gardening will go swiftly this year, thinks Shezna.
”Go with the Drom and Du’aal,” she dictates, before floating back to her perch in the trees, leaving the mares alone on the ground with the younglings darting from them to the bed they had offered to help with.
If the two women look over, they’d see the little blue fairy boy giving the ring of mushrooms around the tree a wide berth while gliding over to a region of soil alongside the forest line. He’d taken the time to go slow so that a trail glimmered where his sparkles landed against the grass, allowing a safe path for the two to follow to where he bobbed up and down in the air.
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