I was only viewing the sunset from an outcrop in my own contemplation of its natural beauty when my attention was suddenly drawn to another . Light on the wind I had been aware of some stirring and muddle of conversation, my ears causally attuning to it but I gave no more thought then that.  I was content to leave whatever was occurring to itself for the beach was hardly a desolate place however placate and I no easily startled foal . Many Helovians tread its shore at all hours of the day or night for reasons of their own and should there have been a reason to fear harm...well, what where my great wings for if not flight?  For all intents and purposes I was simply an observer and wished to be no more till of course that the booming voice rang so clarion and true overhead...


I could have bulked but my steady nature keeps me still, recoiling by the barest of steps and up turn of my head to the source of the commotion. Some distance down on the sands my eyes find a growing number of others on the beach  congregating around something of interest but I could discern nothing more then their rapt attention to the apparent summons from my stand point.

Like them I felt awakened and yearned to know more, my curiosity irrevocably peeked. Who desired to address the denizens of Helovia so much to declare it so, and for what reason? Doubtless my questions were the same as everyone elses yet as I drew close it was obvious they they were aware of something that I was not. I approached the crowd at a causal jaunt and slowed to meander toward the forefront, keen to the shift in the atmosphere wer I remained open and unafraid and the others taunt and suspicious if the hushed murmurs were any guide. This I could understand for the figure, or creature more like, was a strech on reality and seemed rather to stemmed from the imaginative machinations of a child's daydream inspired by the unknown regions of the ocean. I too found it hard to comprehend fully but fear failed to subdue me regardless. The summons had been friendly after all and were not beings of wing and solid bone once strange to the unadorned equine?  I could not find reason to reject the finned one solely for that.


Still, what had them all on edge I wonder?  This was a piece of the puzzle I did not have and like most stubborn problems it would have to wait, or better yet it would be answered soon enough. In my experience Helovians did not ever stay quiet for long...nor did happenings ever quite cease. That's what made it so enticing.

Threading through the crowd I make my way to join with perhaps the braver souls of the ensemble; a  one-winged stallion bursting with childish enthusiasm and a young, dark stallion  bearing a solid ebon-blue coat.

" Good eve," I said to the teal stranger. " Seems to me you've a story to tell. Know that  we -" I use the word with a bit of emphasis, pausing and  making a general nods to the masses. "- are eager to listen. My name is Hearth. What name have you? "

 I don't truly consider myself a Helovian but in this instance I do not mind including myself for  simplicity sake. It may have been bold of me to presume that I might speak  on their behalf but it this state of hesitance  a stalemate was bound to occur and that would hardly be polite. I would yield my place should anyone be embolden enough to take it or asked it of me, though, that being said I had no qualms keeping it either.

"Talking"