The Magical Herd

Night had fallen and the moon had risen. The darkness above was scattered with diamond pinpricks of starlight. As you crested one of the hills, you gazed upon a beautiful sight. Bathed in silver moonlight, a pair Serians stood together.

One dark as the night, the other bright as the moon, stood without moving. The wind blew through their manes and tails, almost ghostly compared to their stillness. Then they began to walk in a tight circle, each step slow and careful, as if performing an ancient dance or ritual. Almost unnoticeably, they quicken their pace.

Eventually their hooves are thudding against the ground, audible even at this distance, their legs a blur of motion. And still they turned in their little circle, never losing their timing or rhythm.

And then, without warning, they just stop. If you weren't able to see them breathing heavily, whisps of mist rising from their nostrils in the cool night air, you wouldn't have thought what you had just seen was possible from living creatures.

You slip quietly unnoticed back down the way you came. You didn't want to disturb the pair.

As you were leaving, you noticed a paper on the ground.