The Magical Herd

The colourful fallen leaves seemed to move in time with his dance, as if they were alive, as if they were his friends. You crouched down behind a large maple and watched the intricate movements.

Suddenly, the leaves around your feet come to life and begin to dance with the unheard music, spinning about your head in such patterns you were soon dizzy and had to sit down before you fell down. When they settled, your vision cleared enough to look upon the smiling stallion.

"Greetings, I am Kaylo. An Equii." The leaves seemed to rustle in response, though there had been no wind to move them.

He stayed around long enough to hear your name, but then the leaves were flying about again, this time in a kind of organized chaos, if there was such a thing. However, when they had fluttered to the ground once more, the Equii was gone.