Post by Lacee Kay on Jan 6, 2007 17:21:50 GMT -5
The gentle hoofbeats of a fae could be heard cantering into the land. The fae slowed as she approached the bottom of the mountain. Her coat was splotted with chestnut and her smooth mane and tail were a deep black. Opals swept over the land searching for any stags. Not seeing any, she called out. After a few seconds of no reply, she layed down under a tree and closed her eyes..
