The lithe fae had sought shelter from the burning sun within the borders of the forest, a large oak veiling her in pleasant shadow. The leafy canopy above shifted and changed, spots of light darting across her bodice, illuminating her snowwhite hide. As Daenerys came out of her slumber, dusk was settling in, spreading a soft glow across the terrain. A couple of fireflies buzzed about lazily, and the mare shook her head to rid her ears of the noise. But then there were another; a call, of sorts, and not too far away. Dany’s curved lobes swiveled around to try and locate the origin of the summoning, finding she would have to venture further ahead. Usually, she was a very sociable youth with eyes of innocence and wonder, but this evening she just wanted to be let alone. A slight shiver went through her, her body feeling suddenly foreign; she was shamed.
The only reason that she moved was the fact that is was Mirage who had called. When she thought of her newfound sister, with her kindness and warmth, Daenerys felt a reassured smile appearing on her lips. She knew that if she stayed close to Mirage, her brother would never again be able to touch her, and she could have the family she so dreamed of. It was a promise of a more sturdy future, for her and the life growing in her belly. She did not hate the little life in there, how could she? But she hated the circumstances under which he had come to be – a child of shame and pain, he was, and those were never fortunate. Snorting, Daenerys set forward in a shaky walk, stumbling every now and then. For a while she felt disconnected to her limbs, but after a moment she composed herself and was able to approach the others with a tender smile on her face.
There were many already, she must’ve been carried away in ponderings for longer than she had expected. Her eyes went first to Mirage, instantly feeling reassurance, building herself up to meet with all these strangers. Strangers that were about to become family. Her glance wandered on to a pair of brutes, so similar in appearance that she figured them twins, and the resemblance to Mirage was apparent as well, though they were larger and rougher in built. Then a pair of pegasi, mother and daughter judging by their age and looks, with impressive wings folded on their backs. Another caught her eye, who had withdrawn himself from them a bit, half dragon and half horse. His appearance did unsettle her a little, but by his presence she figured he would be a friend, so she sent him the same courteous smile as she had offered the others before him.
Then a filly, wide eyes sporting a scared look, standing in close proximity to Mirage. A horn, yet small, grew from her forehead and she was a beautiful color of dark hide accented with white tresses. Daenerys felt drawn to her, still very much a child in her own mind, and she whickered softly to the small one. A beautiful stallion of cream and white had settled next to the dragon steed, bringing the dragon count up to three with the little brown creature that was clinging to him. Another silhouette was there, much like the one of Mirage, but with a white marking on her back. Daenerys was curious of her, and she nodded respectfully to her as she had to each of the others in turn. A golden fae with draconic wings were standing by herself a bit; Daenerys found her looks intriguing, her beauty adding to the already present in form of the other members. She felt so simple there among them, with her snowy hide and lack of companion, wings and horns.
Gathering the courage, she moved toward Mirage gracefully, stretching out her muzzle in a humble greeting. She so wanted to introduce herself to the others as well, but the words were long underway. The femme cleared her throat and spoke, her melodic chords erupting from her lips. "My name is Daenerys. I’m delighted to finally get a chance to greet you all, in hopes you will accept me as part of your family," she spoke; her voice a little shaky from both nerves and exhaustion, but her handsome face betrayed her not. The smile never faltered as she withdrew, taking a place next to the cream-coloured Pegasus and waiting for whatever would occur.
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