It was strange, he’d never seen a creature as beautiful as Mesnyi. Even in his dreams, he’d never seen a mare with skin that seemed to glow in shades of purple like the morning sky. Surely she was a fairy, and yet she didn’t have wings… never had wings, he reminded himself. But, aren’t you a fairy? I’m not a fairy. But, I think I could fly once – at least I dreamed that I could. He quirks his head like a dog, in a confused manner. Offering her a lopsided grin, he circles her once, looking her over as if to try and determine exactly what she was. If she wasn’t a fairy, perhaps she was a princess or something…. Surely, she wasn’t just a regular horse like him.
Still, he knows it’s rude to stare. Sorry… I don’t mean to stare. You’re just so beautiful. What’s your name? The boy’s voice is tinged with appreciation – not the same sort of adoration that a suitor would put on his conquest, but more that of a child whispering to a Disneyland princess. He was simply in awe. I’m Pan, by the way… and this is Oliver. As if on queue, a furry brown head popped out of his satchel, chirruping to the mare with a pleasant sort of greeting. The two are a quirky pair, though well fitting for one another’s company.
All around them, the trees shivered with the autumn breeze. Birch leaves flashed silver in the sunlight, and a couple fell like snowflakes down to them. Pan stops to gather one or two, reaching into his satchel to draw forth a large tome, flipping through the pages and pressing the leaves between them. Looking up at the mare, he offers something of an explanation. I like to collect beautiful things, so I can look at them when it’s winter time and I can’t go outside. And, I’m collecting plants around Novus. Want to see? Flipping back through the tome, he pointed out a couple of crude plant drawings to the unicorn.
@Mesnyi
