Post by Arulin on Aug 3, 2006 11:39:32 GMT -5
One has made a path to find the human-like cottages that are the tale signs of ponies. Each one seems to have a much older look then the ones he came acrossw in the other lands. A much more modest and cosy look to them. As he silently steps in the night, eyes see the glow of souls and life. Seeing the trees and plants as they sway in the storm. The storm did not bother him , it is a nature display of weather so this one thought. It was seen as a symbol among his kin as a rememberence of how the brith of unicorns came to be. Sadly he was not able to dance and slide in the rains and lighting that danced, seemingly callling to this one. Making way as one went though the darken cobble stone streets.
[[anyone can see then though the windows ]]
[[anyone can see then though the windows ]]