In the forest outside of Serendipity...
The forest was cool and dark, the chattering of dozens of birds following her as she went. Cloven hooves made not a sound as their delicate frogs softened the steps on the damp forest floor. Wide, open branches, glistening with the early morning dew, appearing as magickal as the tender girl wove her way slowly through the moss-covered tree trunks. Petals sprouted from the most secret of places, their tender buds reaching towards to sky where the first light of dawn filtered through elegant fronds. Blooms of every imaginable colour being born in the wake of her small, silver cloven hooves, their shrill voices singing praise to the dawn.
Orbs of pure cornflower blue, the filly layed her gentle fingertips on the moss soft spine of a true god of the forest, its ancient trunk stretching towards the Divine Realms of the Gods high above. She wasnt great of height compared to others of her kind, but they had perished in the destruction of her home, its name her gullet would sound again. A tear slid down that flawless cheek, crimson against pale lilac. She cried the essence of life itself, as would a creature of such mystickal esteem. Evelyn herself was a humble child, young for her kind, an adolescent. Beneath the obsidian and silver waves of her curling locks, she was a mere five foot four inches of hight. The cornflower blue of her eyes were bright, intelligent and innocent, and between them sprouted a foot long spiralling horn of pure silver.
A soft sound at her hooves made Evelyn take a dainty step backwards into a carpet of wildflowers, and staring up at her were the violet eyes of a feline the exact shade of soft snow, comparable with the hue of the purest innocence. Laughter like the burbling of a delighted stream rose from that soft lilac throat and out between of rosy lips as Evelyn bent, taking the kitten into gentle and loving arms, fingertips soft on the velvety fur.
Giggles sprouted once more from the filly's dainty throat before she moved forward again, smiling in wonder as the forest sang her praises and fond welcomes.
Serendipity was not far, with a smile tugging those rose coloured lips Evelyn allowed her silvery dappled haunches, clydie feathers streaming from her hock and fetlock, to carry her towards her fate, magick blooming all around her...
