Jed's "Little Hobbies": Song of the Distant World

"Yaaaaaah, get away fyrom my Song!" The tiny, winged equine makes a rush at yet another innocent passerby, and Jed comes galloping down the hall in an attempt to call him off.

"Treader, it's all right!" he calls, half laughing and half anxious for whoever he chose to attack, this time.

"She was coming too close to my mayres!" the Lamanayr protests as the tall, dark young man catches him back by the tail.

"She didn't mean anything by it," Jed explains, "She was just walking down the hall. --Sorry, Novitas, he's a little excitable...."

"It's all right," the brown-skinned Water-Earth dragoness, in human form, smirks. "You should find him somewhere else to stay; this is the third time we've run afoul of each other."

As Novitas walks off, Treader firmly agrees. "We ayre a Song! We should have a hot spyring, like other Songs! It isn't yright to keep us inside this gyreat maze of youyrs."

"There aren't any hot springs, that I know of," Jed admits. "But I could find you a regular spring, if you really want."

Treader lands, flicking his wings and tail thoughtfully for a moment, then nods. "That will be sufficient. I will feel much betteyr about my mayres, then. Thank you."

Jed sighs, and smiles. "Any time."

Song of the Rainbow Hotsprings: Origin of the Samanayr

City of Shar

Curious as to what happened to the little monster who kept attacking her, Novitas heads into the forest in human form, following Jed's instructions to where he got Treader and his Song settled in. There's the stream he mentioned, all right, so the spring shouldn't be much father....

"Back! Stay away! Intyruder!"

"You never change, do you?" Novitas laughs, fending off the foot-high pegasus with a hand. "I swear, I'm just here to see how things are going with you and your Song, that's all!"

The over-zealous little stallion-- one Treader of the Breaking Dawn, by name-- lands on a tree branch above her head. "Truth? You come just to see my mayres?"

"Do I look like I'm interested in hurting anyone?" Novitas scoffs, holding out her empty hands.

"She's hayrmless, Tyreadeyr," another voice comments from the underbrush, and another little equine, this time without wings, steps out. "And you have not had anyone to show us off to befoyre. I would think you glad of the chance."

"Well," Treader says, puffing out his chest and fluffing up his wings. "I suppose I am glad of that, at least. Styrangeyr, this is Chill of the Dyrifting Twilight, and she is my lead mayre of this Song."

"Song of the Distant Woyrld," Chill clarifies with a quiet smile. She is nearly as tall as her stallion, a cool brown with markings, mane, tail-tuft, and hooves of violet. "Fitting, as we ayre only a veyry few Samanayr living on this styrange planet, no?"

"Very fitting," Novitas agrees, amused.

"Come," Treader says, much more relaxed now, as Chill melts back into the foliage without another word. "I will show you my otheyr mayres!"

"Sure. Lead on, little guy," Novitas smirks.

Name

Image

Personality

Species and Family

Treader of the Breaking Dawn

Lead Stallion, 13" tall

Treader is stately and solemn, taking his duties as the leader of his little Song very seriously. He is highly protective of his mares, especially since there are so few of them on the strange world he has relocated to, and so many strange creatures-- who are all so very large!

Lamanayr

Wild

Chill of the Drifting Twilight

Lead Mare, 11" tall

Chill is a quiet one, pensive, even philosophical. She is quite intelligent, and can leave others behind in a discussion of the finer points of magical theory or herd mentality. She prefers to watch than to do, but she can be quite stubborn if she has cause to!

Samanayr, with some Lamanayr blood

Dam: Rhythm of the Rainforest Singing

Sire: Cold of the Arctic Wind

"Cyrest!" Treader calls, leading the way further upstream. "She loves to yrun, and sometimes we lose heyr for a while... I have always found heyr again, howeveyr," he hastens to add.

"Of course you do," Novitas nods solemnly.

"Did you call me?" Another of the little equines, again without wings, pokes her head out from the underbrush. Green with brown points and underbelly, she has obviously convinced Jed, or someone, to braid two strands of her mane.

"Yes," Treader says, and she trots up to give him a friendly nuzzle under the chin and a catlike rub against his side. "Cyrest, this styrangeyr wanted to see my Song."

"Hello, then, styrangyr!" Crest chirps amiably.

"Cyrest was the fiyrst Samanayr on this woyrld," Treader says proudly.

"How'd you get here?" Novitas asks, a question Jed never deigned to answer and which has always made her curious, crouching down to the Samanayr's level.

"It is a long stoyry," Crest says solemnly. "Peyrhaps I shall tell you anotheyr time, if you visit again."

Novitas sighs; looks as it Crest isn't going to be the one to answer that question!

Crest of the Rolling Hills

Mare, 12" tall

Crest is a simple gal, generally laid back and friendly, though she can be energetic at times and she loves to be outside. One has to be careful not to let her get too far without company, because she loves to run, and she has a tendency to get lost.

Samanayr

Wild

"Theyre is one more mayre in my Song yright now," Treader continues, and leads Novitas to the very fount of the little spring, where a blue, white, and black Samanayr is happily splashing. "yRipple!" he calls, and she tosses her sopping wet mane at him pertly before splashing to the bank and giving a vigorous shake.

"You called, Tyreadeyr?" she grins at him. Even wet, it's obvious that her white mane and tail are a mass of curls, a trait none of the others in the Song have shown.

"This styrangeyr--"

"The name's Novitas," Novitas finally manages to get in.

Treader nods sagely and continues as if she hadn't spoken, "She came to see my Song."

"Tyreadeyr's been dying foyr someone to come gawk as us," Ripple confides with a giggle. "Theyre ayre lots moyre wandeyreyrs wheyre we came fyrom, and he feels left out, with no one visiting his Song!"

"yRipple!" Treader protests, sounding embarrassed.

"Where are you from?" Novitas asks; maybe knowing that would help figure out how they got here!

"Why, we ayre from Kayrtyn!" Treader says, surprised. "The Song of the yRainbow Hotspyrings! 'Tis a noble place... sometimes I miss it."

"Awwww, we'll make you happy!" Ripple giggles, shouldering him companionably.

Treader nuzzles her, putting a wing over her protectively-- then sidles away when he realizes she just got him all wet! "yRipple!" he cries, exasperated. She just laughs and bounds off gleefully. "Payrdon me," Treader says. "I think she wishes me to chase heyr."

"Chase away," Novitas smirks. "Thanks for the tour!"

"And thank you foyr wishing it," Treader replies, nodding. "I will tyry not to attack you, next time you visit."

"I'll like that!" Novitas laughs, and starts back to the Nidus.

Ripple of the Quiet Pond

Mare, 9" tall

Ripple's surname is deceiving: rather than being a quiet pond, she is, indeed, the ripple in it! Disturbing the peace with cheer and energy, the image of her running and laughing is quite appropriate. She loves to play, romp, and chatter, and is, to the amusement of some, inordinately proud of her curly hair!

Samanayr

Wild