You cross the bridge, sticking your tongue out at the annoying tropical bird, and look around. Birds cheep merrily, the stream babbles cheerfully, and the life all around is going about it's buisness. Wondering if this is the hidden island of fable, you cautiously take a step forward, then another, and another, and continue walking. Eventually, you reach a meadow. The walls are made of white, grey flecked rock, and flowers blossom in bountiful quantity upon the lush, green grass. Butterflies swarm around the flowers, and a sweet, soothing song drifts from this wonderful place. And in the center of the meadow, is a lovely equine, the soothing lullaby drifting from her soft muzzle.

She smiles at you. "Hello, I'm Tornado Blowing Frosted Spring, a Frondari mare of Waves Finding and Snow Covering. I'm here after a long period of hard searching for my homeland, but I'm here now!" She tells you gleefully, then suddenly, a harsh light shines in your eyes, and the meadow begins to dissapear around you.

Name	Tornado Blowing Frosted Spring
Gender	Female
Species	Frondari
Parents	Waves Finding & Snow Covering

Head	Ha
Neck	Ah
Body	H*H*
Legs	A*A*
Feet	H*A
Tail	L*d
Wings	YY
Mane	H*L
Antlers	nn
Color	GrW
Mutation	Ny
Markings	Sp

Tornado Blowing Frosted Spring-Baby Pic

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The Nameless Forest

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