Like all things butterflies need to stop for a drink. Sometimes they stop at any ole place where there was a small collection of moisture for them to slurp up with their proboscus. Other times they head for a spot in particular, a safe sheltered place with a very shallow rock pool of fresh sweet water, surrounded by their favorite necter swollen flowers.
Such tiny paradises for the winged insects were rarely natural, they had to be created and cared for by someone. Guarded even against little things like algea and slugs, or big creatures that could stumble through it without knowing what they've wrecked.
Nestled by the butterfly pool, is a baby-blue mare of lavendar ribbons. Perched in her navy dark mane, and on her curved horns a few flying rainbows preen. Pewter gray eyes lovingly watch the comings and goings, while keeping her ears on a sharp lookout for intruders.
Now she certainly couldn't stay there all the time, the mare had other interests, but she made a point of being around during the busiest times of the day. In the early mornings she often had to set things to rights after some nightly creature romped through the place and of course she had to replace the water.
The butterfly Chaser is following made it's random way nearer the pool and Banjo perked her ears at the sound of hooved feet coming closer. Lifting her head up high she tried to see who was coming. The grass was too tall however and so she carefully got up onto her feet.
The verdant green serian she saw coming is quite oblivious to anything, but the beautiful butterfly he was chasing. Though he might of stopped anyways she didn't take any chances.
"Wait, please watch where you step, if you wish to come closer." Banjo indicates the sheltered oasis in the grass with a small nod of her head. Acouple of the butterflies in her mane took flight and fluttered away.
