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![]() Dreamer of Rubies was the swiftest, and soon the other three were lagging behind. It wasn't much fun playing tag if you knew you could never be caught, so the four of them settled down to catch their breath. And such was the life of a Wynd of Change. As they rested, they noticed a dark mare, her coat a shimmering green, her wings sparkling like the night. Without a word, she joined them, sharing their cloud but standing at a distance. Forests of Gold watched her, but the others took no noticed. After a time, though the time was long and their movements slow, they had soon moved to where the new mare stood, allowed her in their midsts as if she had always been there.
![]() The mares chatted and giggled amongst themselves as the stanger shifted uncomfortably. Suddenly, one of the mares asked the newcomer's opinion on their conversation, and with a shy grin, she replied that she thought it was very silly and full of nonsense. The stallion laughed, his wariness gone. At last, a mare with some sense in her head. And so, without being asked, Swirl of Nova joined the Dynce of Soaring Skies.
![]() He did not live with the other Wynds, but had instead made a friendship with T'nathum. He didn't enjoy playing with the foals quite as much as the Equagon did, he was far too serious for frivolous games, but he tolerated them when they tugged on his tail. Sometimes they tried to get dragon stories out of him, as they did T'nathum, but if he had any special knowledge born within him through his genetics, he never told. This only encouraged the foals because if he didn't tell, it must be because they were really *really* REALLY good stories. And so Night be Dark, sought out T'nathum once again, hoping the blue stallion would distract them long enough so he could escape for a little while.
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