As you approach a small group of trees gathered around a hotspring at the base of a cave studded cliff a splash of color catches your eye. Glancing up you step back in surprise. Where you expected to see a parrot instead a rainbow hued little winged equine is staring back at you. Bobbing his head, causing the two feathers in his mane to bounce he whistles a greeting.

"Hey ho styrangeyr! These ayre my hotspyrings. Eyrrr...mine and my mayres' yratheyr."

His proud sideways glance draws your eye to two less brightly colored equines. As you watch one of them swoops down from her perch on the cliff face and hovers in front of you, her feathery crest up, positively beaming.

"Welcome tyraveleyr to the Song of the Open Skies."

The other mare remains perched, watching you warily.

"You may visit, but bewayre oveyrestaying youyr welcome."

The sound of hooves draws your attention upwards as another winged equine trots up to the cliff face, a mess of wings and feathers as she turns around to greet you. "Welcome!" she twitters happily and floats down towards you. "Do enjoy youyr stay!"

The Song of the Open Skies is an Open Song. Anyone is welcome to request a breeding, but please let me know if any foals are born so that I may keep the list updated.