Samanayrs

Tumble stepped forward with a soft rustle of her feathered wings. Copper and red, her fur gleamed in the sunlight as she looked back over a shoulder. "Do I hayve to?" she asked, crimson eyes imploring.

Standing behind her, Calomel urged the spirited mare forward. "Go on. Turn around so they can get a look at you."

The mare huffed and lifting her cloven hooves high, extended her wings and pranced a lovely circle. Sunlight glittered on the mildly iridescent black of her pinions and mane, shone on her hooves as she flashed them. "Beytter?"

"Of course. You're beautiful."

Tumble of the Dusty Skies looked over the stallions with a critical eye, taking her time and making sure her fosterer knew it was ultimately her choice as to the stallion she would choose. That gave her power, and she held to it tightly.

The first Song's stallion she liked well enough. He was a large, strong Samanyr with rainbow-hued coat and flashing intelligent eyes. A worthy sire of her future foals. Then her eyes fell to the mares standing behind him and her ears flattened. The lead mare she knew she would never get along with and to be fourth mare in a Song...never! With a snort, Tumble whirled away and sought out the next Song.

"You don't have to choose one immediately," Calomel said as they walked together to the next meeting place.

"I knowye thayt," Tumble grumbled, her pinfeathers drooping just slightly.

The next Song proved just as fruitless. The stallion was not to Tumble's liking, and his lead mare even shared part of her name. How terrible! However, there was still one Song left. Tumble of the Dusty Twilight didn't have such high hopes of the last Song's stallion. He apparently had no mares at all, and she spent a great deal of time on their walk there bemoaning the fact.

"Maybe he is weayk, or siykly," she muttered and Calomel 'tsk'd at her.

"Every young stallion must start somewhere, Tumble," she chided, "Just...stow your pride away for this one? Please?"

When they reached the meeting place, Cally whistled low. The Samanyr stallion stood among an outcropping of veined rosy granite, his coat matching the color well. He held his head high as nostrils flared to scent them and the sunlight highlighted the beautiful cyan accents in his fur. "Well isn't he a looker..." she murmured.

Tumble pricked her ears forward and began the slow walk to introduce herself to the latest Samanyr Stallion. "Hello. I am Dusty Twylight ~ Tumble," she said and lowered her head slightly, curious.

Calomel watched from some distance away, grinning. They were really quite cute, the two Samanyrs. Both secretly insecure, both trying hard to cover it and she couldn't help but chuckle behind her hand.

Tumble raised her head at the compliments, her ears swiveling forward to settle all of her attention on the young stallion. Lifting her wings in a slow stretch, she showed them off. Light caught the subtle iridescence and shone dark rainbows among the feathers. Of all her attributes she loved her wings best, the compliment was a good one and well chosen. Standing there looking at him she found herself liking him, though there were still some concerns she had before making her choice. "Are you stryong enouygh to defend what is yours?" she asked bluntly, getting to the point and implying herself, his territory and their future foals. He looked it, but she asked anyway.