Whispering Sounds Canyon

Walking along a river that winds this way and that you think and just keep walking the smooth churning of the water soothing to you. This river seems clam, flowing among the time warn rocks, that are spotted and speckled with mosses and other little and low growing plants. In some spots the rocks are great massive things that tower over all others and then there are the spots in the river where the rock go into small pebbles that are rounded with the lapping of water.

As you are walking the clouds over head seem to change this way and that some times being huge massive thunderclouds to a thin covering layer. This is a sign of a storm and you just keep walking. Walking along the sides of the once slightly ridged valley get steeper into a canyon. At this you look around at the sudden change, in front and around you lay mountains covers in scattered patches of snow.

Stopping for a moment you looks around, as you do so some light and fluffy snowflakes begin to drift down and land on the surrounding ground. Then you look down in this pare of the shore the small pebbles lay disturbed; running your hand over the shape you feel out a large paw print. Looking around you try and see if anything is here that could have made this print. Then comes a call down though the mountain it bounces form side to side.

Looking up the canyon you see only a mist then something coming thought the mist, toward you. The large form comes, whatever it is, is in a run; you can hear the pebbles that are being kicked up and then landing back on the shore. You mind seems to slow seeing it come slower than you know it is, the creature holds its head high as its form comes though the mist. As you are looking it slows to a stop, the cold air catching its berths and making them turn white.

Now standing before you she dips her head in greeting. "Cehan wonder."

You blink and look at her wondering she seems to see what you are wondering about and smiles. "Cehan means Hello, wonder."

She looks around a soft feel about her; "Well wonder shall I show you about my home?" You know yes and she begins to walks along the river her tail slightly swing back and forth and her paws hitting the gravel softly. As your walking along her river with her she looks to the west side of the river where some tall grasses lay under a soft bed of snow. "This is just a little part of my home land."

Then from the depths of the mists comes another form, the jingling of beads mixed with the thundering of hooves. Mist seems to swim around the form as it runs, beating hooves spreading it like waves around the stones. The mare looks over and smiles, nickering toward the coming form. The palomino colored stallion runs forward markings of green flashing as he runs.

He skids to a stop making the beads around his horns rattle more and bits of short standing main twitch and let a few hair fall toward his eyes . Tilting his head he smiles and blinks seemly making his light green eyes stand out more than you had noticed before. Dancing around he greets the mare with a smile and a flick of his tail. She nods and grins back and nods. 

"Hello traveler, I am ------."  He bows his head and nips playfully at the flags around his legs. As he moves all his markings move and catch your eyes like the shine of a sand smoothed stone.

Then the stallion looks over his shoulder and calls softly in a language that you can't decipher. Then form the settling mist comes a form, this one moves with the graze of a cat when in a new surrounding. The mist rolls off the forms face and slides down its back like water drops from a warm summer storm. Nothing is herd but the soft shifting of the rocks as hooves softly walk among them.

Then you see the piercing blue eyes, ones like the morning sea after a storm. As she walks the mist clings around her feet. When she nears you, bowing is this ones form of greeting. Touching her nose to her right leg she then stands tall once more and walks to the other mare.

The stallion then walks over and grins. Would you be linking to come on a walk about of our home?"

You nod yes and he begins to lead you around talking about this and that. The other mare follow along talking amongst each other and nipping at bits of main or jewelry that temps each other.

Walking on he points to many different things that lay here and there. Then a mist comes in making everything hard to see. "Wonder you should probably head back, for tonight will be cold and before the last rays of light shine and then fall into the darkness you should head back to your trail."

You nod and look at the group one last time, the stallion nods back and then turns in to the mist and begins to disappear her head held high and humming some tune. When they disappear you turn back along the path you walked along for a time and begin to make you way back. As you head out a soft call rings out the canyon.