Overhead a bright yellow-gold unicorn soars the skies on colorful wings. She glides and dips with an ease that's seemingly effortless. As she passes in front of the sun you get the feeling that here is one in harmony with it.
Watching her you can't help but wish for her to touch down-- to see if she would be as bright on the ground as she is in the sky. To touch for yourself that this actually is a physical being, and not some sort of sky spirit that could easily dissapear. But no; the small mare stays in the air. And all you can do is watch her with awe.
After awhile you realize that you're not the only one watching the winged mare. There's a small fuzzy stallion off to the side, head tilted upwards.
His long silvery mane and tail seem at first to be at odds with the flickering flame-like markings adorning his coat-- but then you're reminded of a winter campfire. All warmth and chill at the same time.
"She is rather beautiful, don't you agree?" Is the question quietly asked of you. Hmm..? "Tuath'kabiy loves being in the air so much." A honeyed mare joins you; likely coming closer while you were pondering the stallion.
The scent of lavender honey hangs in the air around her. "I'm Ney'syau, and the stallion is Shagara. But respectively we're more known as Ney and Sha." She smiles at you. "I like my nickname. It means 'Honey'."
"And her full name means 'Honey Sweet', an apt description of both her temperment and coloring." A rich voice says. "I've been told that my name is suited to me just as appropriately."
The small more's ears perk. "That's Zualla; or if you're brave enough to say it, Zualla'tri'kalla'sunia," Ney explains. "A pretty name, but really a mouthful." Zualla nods in bemused agreement. "'Jewel of the Sun', derived from the names of my parents." The larger mare says.