The Magical Herd

He tossed his mane, causing the white streak to flash in the bright sun filtering through the trees. He paused a moment and then decision made, "Hello, I am Suede. Follow me."

Trusting the little stallion, he let him lead you through the forest to a sunlit glade. In the center of it was a small brown mare leaning over a glittering pool of water. You watched her with interest as she seemed to stare deep into the pool. Finally she raised her head.

"I am Reflection. Look into the water..."

Which you did. What you saw there surprised you, it was a stallion, dancing somewhere in a grassy plain. Though you could hear nothing you could tell he was singing as well. It was graceful, but also powerful. After a short while he stopped and looked out over the horizon, the wind flowing through his mane as he surveyed the land.

The wind blew here too, and the image rippled and fragmented as the air disturbed the surface of the pool. When it settled again the image was still. You look up at Reflection, curiosity written across your face. But she was gone, in her place were two Kirrih and two green jack-o-lanterns.

How very odd! Though you couldn't help allowing a small chuckle escape, the expression on the pumpkin's faces werepriceless. Especially the worried one that had fallen over.

Behind you, there was a slightly muffled "Trick-or-treat!" Looking, you see a Faymaah mare holding one of those plastic pumpkins kids use to collect candy on Halloween.

You indicate that you have no candy on hand, and the eyes behind the mask narrow slightly. "Ah, so it's a trick then!" A sly grin spread across the dun coloured mare's face. Uh-oh...

But she didn't get a chance to do anything. A cool wind began to blow, and suddenly you found yourself in a swirling snow flurry. You stumbled about, trying to get your bearings, when you hear a voice calling, "Over here!". You try not to slip as you make your way towards the voice. Eventually a form takes shape before you...

"A bit nippy out, isn't it?" The stallion said, as the wind whipped his mane about his neck. You envied his fuzzy coat.

A mare then appeared in the snow, rearing up as she slipped on a patch of ice, then grinned as she made her way over to you. "Come, stay between Frost and I, we'll keep you warm."

As you squeeze yourself between the two fuzzy bodies you ask the mare her name. "I am called Pussywillow". You smile that the name, as is matched her pale, yet soft and fuzzy coat. And after a time, the wind began to die down, and the air began to warm. You thank the pair, and continue on your way.