Away from his home the stallion wanders through the Meadow, body bitter and sore from his recent fight. Wounds are scabbing over, his body appearing in a tattered fashion. Slinking through the night, the rusty steed finds himself before a shimmering radiance. An explosion of light erupts through his retinas, his pupils dilating so that he can see correctly. Blinking, the Foothills warrior races towards the source of light.
As he slows his pace, he finds a gathered few horses standing before a tree. None of them had he seen before, they were all strangers in his mind. A smile flickers across his dark kissers as the zephyr's light sends tranquility through his body. The tree is decorated beautifully, pine cones painted in assorted hues shimmer in the gold and silver light. Animals from every direction gather, submitting trinkets of their own to the tree. Locket is baffled, for this is a new tradition to him. Had there always been a tree like this before? Certainly not, for he would've remembered. He sees others offered items from the tree, an odd glass mare gifted an egg. Perking his ears, he steps forward past the two newly gathered.
He examines the gathered horses that are still here, one of them a pale mare with a shimmering marking upon her thigh. One of the only stallions here was a dark, bulky male with large wings growing from his shoulders. Three unicorns were gathered besides himself. The one that was gifted an egg, a glass maiden, one that was black and laced with white markings, and a bay with red and white accents. He barely made out the strange dark stallion with bat wings.. Turning his head away from the others, he awaits for the trees response. Was this a gift from the Gods? he wondered, eyes flickering again to the brightly lit phoenix perched at the very top of the tree, illuminating all around it.
"talk talk talk"
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