it has come to pass...

Cascading steps set in motion the milky maiden into the thistle meadow. Waves of silk rippled against her elegantly relaxed nape. There was something about the star lit night. The pale moon fought to be seen through the migrating clouds and with every chance it got, the moon’s light danced on her bloodless form. Her silhouette was almost a transparent figurine under the night sky as she traveled over the meadow. She wasn’t completely lost. Only having the need to wander, to ponder. She had only conversed with two other creatures that day. One had other alliances to keep, but the second had given her an invitation to the Foothills. An invitation she had not turned down. But the interaction had left her in a disarray of thoughts and emotions.

Glacier sapphire pools idly surveyed the scenery confining her. Tall, skinny weeds brushed themselves up against her limbs, as she kept moving under the black clothed sky. There was little commotion and she found the tranquility of the silent night to be a comfort. For the most part, the equidae family were not nocturnal animals, so the loneliness that filled the open meadow was welcomed by the unicorn. She needed this time to herself, to contemplate the day that had played out, and the events that had taken place. She was still trying to overcome her findings and understandings of who she was and is, and the strange creatures she was meeting, and coming in contact with.

The resonance of water, coursing through the heart of the meadow, was music to her little ears. There was something about the serenity of rushing water that calmed the mare, and brought restfulness to her weary bones. There were only so many voyages the bones of a wanderer’s could withstand, and she was at that point. She reached where the ground dipped to hold the basin of fresh spring liquid that glistened. A small, dainty muzzle reached with greedy lips to drink the sweetness that cooled her parched throat. Delight filled her with each sip. But just because the serenity of the meadow was still, did not mean danger was not lurking in the depths or shallows of the shadows. She would still have to be on her guard. Her pristine hearing went to work in conjunction with her night vision capabilities. Nothing compared to a snake’s night vision, but it was comparable to that of a cats.

Her thoughts crowded her cranium, fighting to be heard. She had learned she was not the last of her kind, but that her customs were rare and were hardly to be shared among those who thrived in this new world she had been thrown into. It was quite a lovely place, but still new to her. Her soul had been rekindled to it rightful bearing existence, and she still had yet to find herself again. Little bits and pieces of her past seemed to trickle to the forefront of her memory, with each hoof placed upon the soil. She had just mastered the natural step of embracing her four limbs, instead of the two that the humans were blessed with. With no hands to cup the water in, it was another feat she was working on to accomplish. Becoming reacquainted with water droplets sticking to her whiskers like dew on the grass come dawn.

She wondered if this land she had accepted to call her home, would have a need of her skills. She was no warrior. That she could put to rest with assurance. A healer… there was a possibility in that she brooded over. But she would give anything to share her tales. Who knew, maybe she would learn something new of herself by sharing these adventures, trials and tribulations that she had taken part in. Not by choice, she reminded herself. But there had to be reason behind it all. Why it had all happened, and to her? She still hadn’t received any answers on that half of her new understanding to who she was. She could only hope within time, she would get her answers. Until then, she would have to make do with meeting anyone and everyone she could. Finding herself again was her main focus.

it has come to pass...

Fireflies flickered over the meadow, a private light show dancing over the tall grassland. The crickets sung a lullaby and the frogs joined in. Everyone was tucked away, nestled down for the night, except for those who were nocturnal, or couldn’t sleep. To the white unicorn, this was worthwhile, heaven at night. How many things one missed during slumber. Sure there were dreams to fill your pretty head, but the experience was so much more than dreaming of it. With silence, she kept to her side of the brook, quietly sipping the refreshing liquid. In boredom, her tail carelessly lapped her flanks.

Hoof falls denoted another approaching her side. It was peculiar how they had chosen to be at this exact location at this unusual hour, but she could only assume the chocolate mare thought the same of her. She seemed apprehensive about approaching and the unicorn thought it strange. She was not the type to go looking for trouble. And for the most part, she had failed to advert them. But never the less, a kind nod was given to the equine mare. She was about to introduce herself, but felt the presence of yet another enter into the meadow. Curious now, she arched her nape sideways, to view the newcomer. This time, a stallion, as his scent gave him up.

With keenness, she noticed his hesitation and nervousness. She could only assume most of his actions were because of surprise. Well, she concluded, they all were quite perplexed by the popular decision to meet at such a specific spot at such an awkward time. His honey-brown orbs danced between the two mares as she could sense him readying himself for words to speak. They came with a bow, more of a slight dip; a gesture of polite greeting the unicorn was well familiar with.

“I hope I’m not intruding, but… I’m just surprised to see that there are others out tonight. It’s not very often that any horses venture to the Thistle Meadow in the middle of the night.”

And then an anxious smile arose on his snout as he introduced himself as Apollo. A fur coat as black as she was white, with a splash of snow, to add contrast to his canvas, covered him. He, too, carried a common feature, though of crystal blue his was, a horn. It was easier for her to find common ground and favor her kind over others, but was that not normal to any specie?

She didn’t know what is was with these creatures she kept meeting up with, but a barrier of surprise, or apprehension, nervousness, or uneasiness seemed to overwhelm them. Was it really her doing? Was she really that… different? Was it her kind that had made a bad name for themselves, here in Helovia? Granted where she had come from, before her time on Earth, she could faintly remember four dragons living in her world. None of which really liked the unicorns. And of course there were other creatures who had traveled the portal from Earth, to the unicorns world, unwelcomed, of course, but her kind had been generous, to some, in letting them take refuge there, instead of dying Earth.

Earth had once been magical. Thriving with unicorns, and other magical beasts. But the humans had driven them all out. For the safety of their lives, all the creatures fled. And now Earth was dying. Holding only that of which little magic was still believed in by those who chose. Which were very few.

Taking her own hind hoof a step back, she too dipped her crown, with a more pronounced bow then probably need be, but it was her custom, and she would not be changed into something she was not. Even if the equine mare found this practice to be ancient, the bloodless unicorn did not care. But for formalities sake, she too volunteered her calling to the two new companions before her. With a nightingale’s song, her lyrics rung from her lips, delicate and sweet. Her tone was welcoming and soft to hear, and pleasant to the ear.

"I am NADIRA, and no, you are not intruding."

Apollo’s surprise, she supposed was no surprise at all, in all actuality. She waited for the other mare to introduce herself, before turning to the stag and addressing his apology.

"I find it only but a little strange, Apollo that we should meet on such a night in a place like this."

She raised her sight to the night sky and pointed out the full moon.

"I do not know how well versed you are, but where I come from, a full moon does strange things to those who live. It is the new moon you must be wary of."

NADIRA brought back her gaze to the two as she let her words trail off. She wondered what their story was. Why they happened to be out on a full moon. She hadn’t really taken a notice, until the black one had spoken it. Only then had it dawned on the white mare, that is wasn’t so strange after all. Maybe it was a sign, if anything but of what?