"Excuse me!" A feminine voice calls to you from above. "I'm looking for something very important to me!" You turn your head skyward to find the speaker. It's a painted unicorn, and she looks rather anxious. "Have you seen a clip lying about with purple and golden feathers?" As you shake your head no, she droops a bit. "That's all right then. Oh! Where are my manners today. I am Ayranatha, great-great-granddaughter of Cora'verana." Her mood lightens a tad and she giggles. "It's such a mouthful to say, but Gran is proud of it.

You blink, and all of a sudden Mesh's hint is made clear. What an unusual mare. "My name means Wild Magic. Father is Ayr'valista or Wild Wings. Grandsire is Ayrandan'hala, Wild Candy Blossom. Sense a theme forming? We're all called Ayr for short!" She giggle again. "Silvatalsta is the mother of Grandsire Ayr. Which makes her my great-grandmother." She flutters her wings a bit. "But there's no pink on me. "

Not quite sure what to say to Ayr, you take a deep breath of relief as a slim mare dash across the meadow towards you. Grinning to yourself, you wave your arms at the unicorn. "Hello there!" A clear, sweet voice calls out.

"Hello." The mare says in greetings again as she finally reaches you. "Is something wrong?" She asks curiously. "You look a tad off color." Explaining your discussion with Ayranatha, she nods to herself. "Seems like you need a breather. Family dynamics can be overwhelming for the uninitiated." She shrugs at that. "I'm Adda'veranasta, by the way. The seventh generation of Cora'verana!" She smiles proudly and looks up at the winged mare. "Ayranatha is my granddam."