Bemusedly, you continue on your long, tiring journey through the meadows. Out of all the places you've been so far; The mountains, the desert, the forest.. The meadows seem to be the most vast of all. And dark, too. You suddenly find yourself on a sloping hill, leading downwards. In the distance, you can see vage flashes of dark between the small gathering of trees there. Thinking that there might be someone there, you head straight for it. However, doing so, you stumble and trip, ACK!ing in surprise, and roll the rest of the way, gaining several small scratches and bruises. Still rolling, you end up in a small pond! Immedeitly, your wounds seem to seal up, and your bruises fade in what seems to be fast forward. Like a VCR, sorta. You climb out of the small pond, and shake off, sending dropletts of water everywhere. Suddenly, you hear a quiet, singsong voice protest!
Looking around, you notice an absolutely stunning white Rakish mare.. She's albino, obviously, well-groomed shiny fur shining bright white, mane a bright silver color, and eyes deep, blood red. Despite the bloodred color of her eyes, she looks quite innocent, though she can't appear to see very well. For all that, she's quite alert, ears pricked, eyes wide open and shining, a small smile hidden. She watches you a moment, tilting her head slightly, before speaking in a quiet way, that seems to demand attention nonetheless. "'Nis, traveling gryphon. I am Hathoja'Set, Dove's Flight, daughter of Senshi'Rahla and Rola'Kayr." She smiles sadly at you, sitting down. You suddenly notice several orbs of colorfull light dancing around, one playfully resting on your shoulder, causing you to jump in surprise. The mare pricks her ears to that, and giggles slightly, a sound resembling that of tiny Christmas bells gently ringing. "Oh, don't mind them, traveler, the Willow'O'Wisps cannot hurt you." You blink, and ask, "Willow'O'Wisps?" The foal smiles again and nods. "Yes, the Willow'O'Wisps. The story behind them is rather sad, though, they're the souls of children who were murdered. They're happy, now, and I can talk to them when I feel like it. They also keep this pool clean, it'll heal any wound." You nod, smirking. "Yeah, I found that out myself." The mare giggles again, then pricks her ears. "I used to live with my original fosterer, Lana, but there was a problem within her meadows, and the political sphere, so she couldn't take the proper care for me, and asked Grimmorph to take me to the Isle, to live where I could have the things I needed to grow healthy, and without the problems that are currently plagueing her meadows." You ohh, and nod slowly, finally realizing the quiet, somewhat sad look in the mare's eyes. She smiles again though, and nods to the west. "You ought to keep going. There are other creatures you have yet to meet, and maybe some can help you off the Isle." You nod, then slowly reach down, rubbing the filly's muzzle, before standing up again and waving, before dissapearing back over the hill once more.
| Name | Hathoja'Sett |
| Translation | Dove's Flight |
| Age | Adult |
| Species | Rakish |
| Gender | Female |
| Gifts | Air & Light |
| Sire | Senshi'Rahla |
| Dam | Rola'Kayr |
| Tribe | None yet |
| Mate | Ahnon'Danmari |
Coat: DD, s
Mane: SD, ss
Tail: G, d*
ForeFeet: d, d
HindFeet: H, r*
Horns: d*, d*
Mutation: y, y
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