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XOLANI
The sea crashed against the sands, sparkling in the morning sun. A few gulls flew into the wind overhead, either too stubborn or too stupid to migrate to warmer shores for the winter. The lone mare wandering the beach watched them with amusement dancing in her eyes, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Why, she wondered, would they willingly make their own lives any harder than necessary? Wasn't it enough to be a seagull in the first place without trying to survive a brutal winter on northern shores? Of course, it was not a particularly harsh morning, and she could almost understand why the birds would be drifting on the winter breezes today. It was, truth be told, quite pleasant: the sand was warming up beneath her hooves, the sun was lazing idly along her back, and the wind was dancing excitedly in her mane.
It had been mere days since she had braved this new land and its inhabitants, and her thoughts turned frequently to the stallion who had greeted her with such kindness and affection. At the mere thought of Ilios, yellow-green flickers blossomed on her coat, turning into apple blossoms and roses. She noticed the changing colors out of the corner of her eye and craned her neck to better see, entranced by this new magic that Helovia had imbued her with. As she realized what images were appearing on her pelt and what they represented, she found that she was glad to be alone. Teal embarrassment filled in the images before they dispersed.
She wasn't quite sure how to feel about the magic that painted itself onto her coat with each thought and emotion. Even now, green apprehension and blue anxiety made themselves visible, tracing a half-circle of silhouettes that were clearly laughing at the lonely creature in the center. She huffed, and pink-red irritation crept in, scattering the silhouettes and becoming a snarling wolf. The mare turned away, blue distress creeping back into the pictures as they whirled ever-onward. She had never had to care what she thought; she could not speak, and so her feelings had always been her own. Now they were on display for the whole world to see.
She didn't really like it.
It was, however, quite useful when it came to communication. She had found that whatever she concentrated on the most was what became the primary image, and this knowledge had opened many doors that had been closed to her previously. Now, if only there was a way to turn it off...
Another figure, pale tipped with pink and red hues, caught her attention. A part of her sighed enviously - was there any in this land who did not have such brilliant coloration? Was she destined to be the outcast here, as she had been at home? She might have found a herd, and they might be quite kind to her, but they couldn't possibly accept her as equal. She couldn't hope to hold any sort of status, nor find a mate. Again, Ilios crept into her mind, and those stupid blossoms crept onto her coat. She banished them with a flick of her tail and a roll of her eyes. Not. Now.
In any case, the unicorn had grown closer now, and her interest flared with orange. The mare's ears pricked forward, excitement in her eyes as she tossed her head in greeting. Her hooves shuffled in the sand as she pranced toward him, all irritation forgotten, pleased to be able to meet someone new.
It had been mere days since she had braved this new land and its inhabitants, and her thoughts turned frequently to the stallion who had greeted her with such kindness and affection. At the mere thought of Ilios, yellow-green flickers blossomed on her coat, turning into apple blossoms and roses. She noticed the changing colors out of the corner of her eye and craned her neck to better see, entranced by this new magic that Helovia had imbued her with. As she realized what images were appearing on her pelt and what they represented, she found that she was glad to be alone. Teal embarrassment filled in the images before they dispersed.
She wasn't quite sure how to feel about the magic that painted itself onto her coat with each thought and emotion. Even now, green apprehension and blue anxiety made themselves visible, tracing a half-circle of silhouettes that were clearly laughing at the lonely creature in the center. She huffed, and pink-red irritation crept in, scattering the silhouettes and becoming a snarling wolf. The mare turned away, blue distress creeping back into the pictures as they whirled ever-onward. She had never had to care what she thought; she could not speak, and so her feelings had always been her own. Now they were on display for the whole world to see.
She didn't really like it.
It was, however, quite useful when it came to communication. She had found that whatever she concentrated on the most was what became the primary image, and this knowledge had opened many doors that had been closed to her previously. Now, if only there was a way to turn it off...
Another figure, pale tipped with pink and red hues, caught her attention. A part of her sighed enviously - was there any in this land who did not have such brilliant coloration? Was she destined to be the outcast here, as she had been at home? She might have found a herd, and they might be quite kind to her, but they couldn't possibly accept her as equal. She couldn't hope to hold any sort of status, nor find a mate. Again, Ilios crept into her mind, and those stupid blossoms crept onto her coat. She banished them with a flick of her tail and a roll of her eyes. Not. Now.
In any case, the unicorn had grown closer now, and her interest flared with orange. The mare's ears pricked forward, excitement in her eyes as she tossed her head in greeting. Her hooves shuffled in the sand as she pranced toward him, all irritation forgotten, pleased to be able to meet someone new.
@Johnny
