The sun now setting over Sionayra cast a faint light over the land. The stars begin to shine in the ever darkening sky, a shadow stirs amongst the trees. Leaves sail just above the lands, carried by a faint wind.
On the now dark horizon, a sparkling figer stands inspecting the lands. The origin of its surrounding light is unseen, but appears that it is coming from the figure itself. Its gaze is fixed on a shadowed figure in the dark lands.
The two serians make their way towards each other, meeting in the center of the meadow. They exchange greetings and look about for any others that might be about at this hour.
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His ears flicked to the direction of thudding hooves, then the sudden silence once more. He turned his body around, gazing curiously in Web's direction. He snorted again, pawing at the ground with a golden hoof. He slowly lowered his head to the ground, cropping at some grass, his tail swishing calmly in the night.
Angel spotted Arch out of the corner of her eye and nudged the nearly invisible Soar to look in that direction. Snorting a bit at each other they started off to meet the new stallion. Whe she (angel) was only about a foot or so away she called out a greeting, "Greetings, " she said in a respectful voice, bowing her head; soar standing weary at her side.
In the war between order and chaos, chaos will always win because its more organized.
-Terry Pratchett
-Terry Pratchett