Long white and pink tail tossed lazily back and forth behind Weir as she made her way towards the creek known as Amare Creek. The moist soil was forgiving under her pale and pinkish hooves, clinging to her almost translucent tips of her hooves. The color striking against the lush green foliage of ferns and low laying ground-cover flowers, clovers, and wild grasses. She trotted peacefully and calmly through the brush to where the slow-moving waters flowed. She could see the water through the birch and cedar trees. The water reflecting the sunrise on the water’s surface. The surface is smooth since the creek is flat and wide. This part of the creek is not very steep so there are no rapids. Small circles would appear occasionally and rippled out until they disappeared. She couldn’t see the bugs that made them but she could see the mouths of the fish as they would jump to try and catch the bugs.

Her hips effortlessly carried her whole body to the edge of the water, where she sauntered to a halt. Long, loose, and braided hair swayed forward and then returned to its usual resting place randomly around her face and down both sides of her neck. She is here because of the beautiful golden water in front of her and the possibility of finding the relic everyone is thinking about. This time she thought about searching the stream bed since it was calm, shallow, and easy to see through the water. She lowered her head and sipped the cool, crisp water until her lips felt chilled. Next she stepped into the water with her nose above the surface of the water and looked at the rocks below the surface. Occasionally she would turn over a rock here or there and see what is underneath. She hoped maybe the next one covered something lost, shiny, and of value to her.

As weir slowly stepped across the serene and calm stream, she slowly turned over rocks here and there. Old dirt and decayed remains of leaves, mosses, and other residue that has fallen to the bed of the creek was stirred up again and again every time she moved too fast. The small clouds would swirl for a few moments before the light current and its own weight took it further down the stream and cleared the water in front of where Weir was looking. At one point the focus in her eyes changed and she was looking at her own reflection. It surprised her, how different she looks. Something inside of her naturally accepted the physical changes in her body, it never seemed to affect her mentally. It just was accepted. Seeing herself in a reflection was very different. Her long face with the stripes across her nose. The massive caribou horns that resembled the deer like creatures from her northern birthplace. The necklace that her adopted mother made for her when she was a child now hung in the spikes of her right antler. The 6 red leaves to symbolize her 5 half siblings and herself. Her eyes were her usual pink shades but the necklace was a bright vibrant striking red.

Before she could examine herself further, a spoke shattered the pure serenity of the moment. Weir popped her head up so fast she worried she would pull a muscle. Her ears helped in directing her face to stare right at the starry stranger. Weir started for a moment stunned. Her eyes adjusting to try and find all the details of the mare in the early morning light that liked to play tricks with the light. Oh you scared me! I hope you realize that! She shook her head, red leaves clinking into one another lightly. She took one breath in to recollect herself. No, no need of assistance. I haven’t lost anything. Since you asked though, I am trying to find something that may have been lost by someone else. There is talk of a great relic that is somewhere, hidden. It beats me on where it is, what it looks like, or if it's even real. I like treasure hunts though so I figured I’d give it a shot. I like to create things anyways and have been collecting things from my adventures.

Weir reached over to where her mane crossed over her shoulder and using her lips she dug through her hair lightly and pulled out a bone, a small neon green feather, and a long stem with flowers of the nodding ladies tresses on it. Weir showed them to the ivory hair stranger before placing the items back into her mane where she was hiding them. Have you found the relic? Do you know why it is so special? I know it is supposed to belong to someone extremely important like a king of the universe type of thing I think. Innocently she smiled. She is young and did not grow up religious so much of the gods are new ideals to her. She was raised loving the earth more than trying to worship the sky.

The evenings finger crept across her skin beneath her hair in cool waves as if to try and message her muscles. Bugs twirled and darted across the surface of the water and creating ripples across the surface in the reflections of the trees. It was relaxing but weir always has her guard up in a place she knows little about still. There are mysteries in every corner of this land peering around every stone, leaf, and shadow. There feels like there is a force here that vibrates the land and controls forces beyond Weir’s imagination.

Before Yana had a chance to respond there came the sound of movement from around a bend in the river. Weir might have been more frightened if she wasn’t already in the company of a possible ally, that is if Yana flight alongside Weir if need be. Obviously, this handsome stranger was listening in on their conversation for he provided valuable information with the first warm passage of air from his tongue. His voice matched perfectly with the trinkets that wove around his body and his leg. She already liked the look of this one. He reminded her of the dark-skinned travelers of her village that would bring the most amazing items to trade and were her favorites of the traveling traders.

She glanced away from the stallion to the mare as she had a bout of coughing. How strange. She looked back to the male for he appeared to pose the highest risk but who is more dangerous than the next. Each one of us can harm in any numerous way. He does seem awfully full of himself but he is so beautiful, weir could hardly hold it against him. I am weir. I am from the dusk court. Is the night court across the terminus sea? I have heard about this place. You may know of him, he is a warrior of your court, a very capable one from what I have heard.

She didn’t mean to take over the conversation and direct it only to the chocolate gypsy and so she decided to speak again to the starry skinned female. I can show you around if you would like. Her next words were directed to both of them. I am a caretaker of the Dusk Court, located on the other side of the terminus sea and past the Tinea Swamp. Yana, you might like it there.