My pale brow furrowed, intrigued by the call. I had been patrolling the border, but it seemed quiet enough. My services didn't seem to be urgently needed, and although a bit of sparring practice would be beneficial, I decided a storytelling event wouldn't hurt me. So, I left my post for the moment, too curious about the call to forget about it.
I weaved between mist and pines, traveling leisurely towards the origin of the announcement. I quietly arrived, swathed in smoke. My gaze found a small gathering, a few faces I knew, a majority that I didn't. Most that had gathered were children, but fortunately, I wasn't the only adult. I remained separate from the others though, staying at the back and peering curiously at the mare who seemed to be at the center of everyone's attention.
A sparkling tiara sat between the pale mare's ears, her companion soon lifting it from it's hold in her hair. She spun a simple, enchanting tale of the origins of the crown, speaking of a particularly generous turtle. The beast in her tale was one I knew, and the mention of his myth brought a smile to my lips.
She is far away. She...she is far, far away from me.