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07-07-2012, 09:48 PM
In the dry heat of the silence. there comes a noise. Wispy and quiet it is just barely loud enough to be discerned. Moments of this odd, wispy sound pass before giant butterflies, the size of volleyballs, descend upon the gathered two. These butterflies are not only giant, but also seem to exude cool air. Their mere presence is enough to lower the temperature by a few degrees but, when they alight upon the skin of the two horses, it is as if they are engulfed in cooling ice.
They stay, the butterflies, for perhaps a minute before they leave. With a great, quiet whoosh they leave their perches and begin to fly away. As the last one leaves, their gifts are revealed. Torasin has fresh, cool, red roses weaved into his mane and tail which will remain so for a week before they die and fall from his locks. Dancing Rose seems to be favored though, for in her mane and tail they have weaved the most beautiful rubies of varying size. The rubies are not terribly noticeable, but glimmer faintly from where they lay, like shining red flowers.
They stay, the butterflies, for perhaps a minute before they leave. With a great, quiet whoosh they leave their perches and begin to fly away. As the last one leaves, their gifts are revealed. Torasin has fresh, cool, red roses weaved into his mane and tail which will remain so for a week before they die and fall from his locks. Dancing Rose seems to be favored though, for in her mane and tail they have weaved the most beautiful rubies of varying size. The rubies are not terribly noticeable, but glimmer faintly from where they lay, like shining red flowers.
