just a little sparkle; any (no tundra please)

[Zuzu]

Zuzu

The field really isn't that bad.

With the refreshing lift of spring in the air, the smell of flowers is absolutely lovely. Zuzu feels like she could spend eternity here. The dark woman picks her heavy feet rather gracefully through the tall grasses, a small chuckle parting her lips from time to time. The wave of long mane catches a few wildflowers and seeds when the wing twirls it just right, the length of her tail will be a rather difficult knot when she finally notices.

There were mares and stallions alike flooding the Field and this causes the mare to remain hopeful. Dark eyes are flickering over the small couplings and groups of equines in a methodical rotation. There is a chance that she won't have to dwell in the open land for too long. With a large heave of air, the mass of woman is moving along through the tangle of vegetation. With spring, all the grime and filth of a long winter is melted and washed away. New life and new chances are offered each day.

The change of season was another chance for all the Beqannaians to start new, fresh. Opportunity and good fortune awaits!

it's short but ah! zuzu <3

[Zaravich]

the words she knows the tune she hums

Zara has not seen Phaedrus in some time, it was heartbreaking for the mare to be without him for so long. She knew he was off doing kingdom duties, and he was very good at his job; she just wished he was at the herd more often. None the less, Zara was out and about today in the field, with hopes to fill the kingdom with new faces. It has been exceptionally hard for the Dale members to recoup from the faeries taking there kingdom magic, they all lost there spirit animals, there best friends. Zara held out hope that she would one day see Zaphod again. All she knew was that with the deserts being gone now the members fled to any kingdom they could find, the Dale needed to keep there numbers up in case of any future attacks.

The mare casually strolled through the field, it was wonderful to have spring around, thought she missed having a foal by her side. She lowered her head to smell the flowers that were already overgrown, they were fresh and excited to greet the world. A smile curled on her lips as she returned her view to the field, she scanned gently looking for an equine not in conversation.

Her eyes layed on a mare of the same color as Zara, she allowed a whinny to part her lips as she made her way towards the mare. She had a beautiful mane and matching tail; Zara gave a small dip of her head as she neared the mare Hello there, My name is Zaravich of the Dale. And what is your name? she asked in a friendly tone, the mare had hopes she would return to the Dale with her.

Zaravich

the tiny dancer

[Sahm+Newton]

I've been putting sorrow on the fairest place on my shelf

Step one. Go to Field. Step Two. Chat and Invite. Step Three. Make new friends. Step Four. Revive Gates. Step Five. Repeat. It was a simple plan- a very, very simple plan, but Sahm imagined that it would work if he could be successful at recruiting. Never before had Sahm traveled to the field so the whole process was foreign to him, but how hard could it be? How hard could it be to convince someone to try out the Gates? It was quiet, beautiful, and Sahm was there- what more could anyone ask for? Ha! Sahm being there didn’t seem like much of a pro to the quiet stallion. He hadn’t built much confidence in himself since he had returned to Beqanna. He was a gentle giant of sorts. His size made him incessantly uncomfortable. He towered over most other horses, and even though he could change his appearance with his magic he felt like doing so would make him some sort of a liar. Sahm was no liar. He would remain true to his heritage even if it did make him into a bumbling stallion sometimes.

The field was bright green in the spring. It calmed his spirit with a sense of familiarity. Sahm rejoiced in the warmer weather. It was his favorite time to venture out. His deep-set eyes gazed over the land with great curiosity. Soon he settled on talking to a beautiful duo of mares. They were both lovely and by appearances only seemed friendly. Sahm trotted forward and positioned himself catty-cornered to each so that they formed an uneven triangle.

”Hello.” He said with a lopsided smile spread over his lips. ”How are you two today?” That is how one starts a conversation- right? Sahm thought to himself as he began to feel nerves bubble within. ”I am Sahm by the way”

Sahm

the solemn son of a magician and a queen