- Description -
This is an SEMI-open Song - meaning you will need permission from Harroway to breed with Sibyl of the Twisting Nebula, and with RikkuGirl if you want offspring from Chilling of the Glacial Skies.
Halfway up a semi-dormant volcano lies a series of hotsprings, heated by the lava flowing beneath a crust of rock. Dense clouds of steam rise from them, blurring your vision. You halt and look around, unsure of how to proceed when you can't see a foot from your nose, when the mist stirs. A whooping cry echoes down from somewhere above you, brightly-hued bat wings clearing the fog with great sweeps as the Lamanayr stallion comes in to land. "Ho theyre, styrangeyr! What byrings you heyre, so fayr up the mountain? Peyrhaps you came to see ouyr resident seeyr about youyr futuyre?" Another shape stirs in the mist, a wingless Desert mare steps forth to glare at you suspiciously. "I am called Dance, and I recommend you watch youyr step, human. This is no place foyr fools." She nods once before disappearing back into the white smog. You jump as something brushes past you, materialising into an indistinct white mare with startled red eyes. She seems as surprised as you are, and rapidly disappears behind her stallion. He chuckles. "That is my dayrling Echo. She is mute, sadly, and veyry shy."
A tall, graceful form flits into sight, staring slightly to the left you curiously, a small smile gracing her lips. "Gyreetings! I am Sibyl of the Twisting Nebula. If you have come foyr a reading, I'm afyraid you will have to come back lateyr, when the stayrs ayre high in the sky." |
