Paint Unicorn Meadows

Or so said the old and moss-covered sign by where the portal had left you. Taking a look around you find your are in a meadow covered with thick, rolling mists. The grass to either side of the path is slick with morning dew, the path itself is hard-dirt and stones that disappears into the mists only three feet from you. The sound of hooves on the stone path alerts you to the approaching dark figures, they step into visibility in front of you, a warm brown stallion and a smoky grey mare. The unicorn stallion bows his head, the mare tilts her head to the side and nods.

"Greetings traveler in the mists," the stallion said. You ask him if these are indeed the Paint Unicorn meadows and he answers that yes they are and that he and the mare he introduced as Kemasash were Paint Unicorns. "My name is Bininet, and my daughter Deirista should be close by somewhere, she is somewhat self-conscious of her appearance around strangers."

As he speaks you notice a third dark shape moving out of sight in the mists, but for a minute when the direction of the breeze changes you can see her clearly - a delicate white mare with an orange mane and tail and zebra-like green stripes. "She is a bit different from me and Kemasash because she is a zebracorn like her mother, not that the difference means much."

Deirista moved to stand by her sire, she doesn't speak but is instead eyeing you inquisitively. Kemasash speaks this time - "The mists won't lift until closer to noon, so why don't you continue down the path? As long as you are on the path no harm can come to you." You get the feeling she is giving you a soft smile, you nod and thank them before continuing down the path into the mists.

As you continue walking through the mists they start to clear a little because you realize you are walking upwards, up a hill of some sort. As you get closer to the top the mists thin somewhat, there at the top of the hill another unicorn awaits. A glimmer of an amused smile is on her face as she asks you which direction Kemasash had gone in. You indicate the way you had come, saying you last saw her going the other way. The pretty little mare thanks you and hurries off down the path but doesn't go when then a few feet before she stops and turns around to face you. "My name is Gwenar'teyval, and thank you again traveler." She says, before disappearing into the mists. You continue on your way as well, walking down into the mists...

Bininet's Baby Picture