The Magical Herd

You decide to take a nap before the sun gets too bright for sleep.

When you wake up, you find yourself under the scrutinous glare of some kind of bird of prey. For a moment you think to play dead, but aren't most birds of prey scavengers? That thought made you leap up, arms waving about. The creature squawked and backed off, glaring, wings spread.

That's when you realize that there is little about her which is avian. Sure she has wings and a beak, but hooves? It was awkward to think about but it looked completely natural somehow. You step forward to apologize, while still trying to keep a certain about of distance between you and her beak. That was easy to do, since for every step you take forward, she took one back.

She was an extremely wary creature but she did listen to your words, that you hadn't meant to scare her, that after all, she had scared you first. You ask for her name, hoping to break the ice.

"I am GreyGlider, a Fac'Lorn." I was a statement of fact, and things were as frozen as before. You weren't really sure what a Fac'Lorn was, but it didn't seem like a good time to ask. Deciding to get out while you were ahead (and had all your fingers) you wave goodbye as you back up slowly.

She just glares as you, then, as if you were far enough away at last, she flew off towards a more wooded region.