The Magical Herd

The Meadow


You suddenly find yourself once again lost in a world of pure white snow. You look about for signs of life but find first. Suddenly you are inundated by 12 crenels and 2 wintery shaenels. The two shaenels fly up to you while the crenels wander about around your feet.

The drake winged one speaks first. "Hello, I'm Winter Frost and this is Misted Ice. Merry Christmas and Season's Greetings!"

You blink as you let that settle in. You had gone from summer to autumn to Christmas in a very short period of time and it was starting to get a bit confusing. A cheer from below draws you attention to the little crenels.

One by one they shout out their names, but there were so many of them it was impossible to keep track of them all. You stared at them. Some looked like they had just finished decorating Christmas trees, others were pulling sleds or where dressed up, all ready for the winter. There were so many of them it was hard to pick out each and everyone one of the as none of them would stand still. And they were all so small.....

Misted Ice giggled. "Even we don't bother keeping track of them all. But each and every one of us are from Sha-Haven, you can be sure of it!"

Finally you manage to shake off the last of the crenels clinging to your legs and you continue to explore.....

December 2000


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