Valisna'ethen's Stats

Valisna'ethen
Faith's Star
#282 (234 x 235)

Gender:
Male (Stallion)

Class:
Nitheli

Glory:
Filanasta

Charity:
Liathna Flis'Eran

Offspring:
None

Species:
Painted Unicorn


Deschan's Stats

Waydeschan'cat'abath
Anything but Ordinary
#668 (366 x 541)

Gender:
Male (Stallion)

Class:
Theli

Glory:
Unlasta se Cassta

Charity:
None

Offspring:
None

Species:
Painted Unicorn


Silver Unicorn


After awhile you notice that there are fainter paths branching off from the main trail. As if only one individual had created them. And there, at the far end of one, are splashes of purple against green.

Wandering away from the trail onto the side path, you come across a slim stallion. Long purple feathers sway slightly with the breeze. His head is faced away from you, yet a tenor voice is heard in wary greeting. "Sella li di. Valisna'ethen am I." He slowly turns to look at you with appraising eyes. "If you have other business then...?" You back away from him apologizing for intruding.

A flash of hurt enters and quickly dissapears from those eyes. Confused, you stop moving and give him questioning look. "Is it so wrong to want to spend time by myself? Not everyone enjoys the company of others... some are just loners. Can you understand that?" There's something almost wistful about him. And all you can do is nod, not knowing what words to say. As you leave you can't help but sneak one last glance before turning away. Mrmpth?! What is that in front of you?



Good grief. What on earth would make anyone want to create a flower garden in the shape of a fish?!

Rubbing disbelieving eyes, you look again to see if it's still there. Darn. It still is.

Warily you glance about, trying to find its creator. The closest breathing creature you see is a painted unicorn. Surely not...

"Trav'ler? Did you see my garden?" That's another hoped dashed.

The stallion happily makes his way over to you. "I'm Waydeschan'cat'abath. But call me Deschan for short!" You can feel a sweatdrop forming. "Isn't it grand?" He nuzzles you on the shoulder. "I made it to remember my parents! The way they bravely battled the giant, flying fish!" Um. Several thoughts course through your mind, the foremost being the purity of the water in your canteen. "I'm sure you've met my mother, or at least heard of her if you've ventured through our meadow. She's Tal!" Mrmpth. Tal...? Mysterious Tal?