P.aints A chill wind stole your breath in a haze of mist billowing from your mouth in a surprised breath. For at your feet plummeted a precipice frightening in it's threat. Backing hastily away, you tried to catch your breath at the stunning transformation you had stepped into. You had come from a serene lakeside view, to a series of mountain peaks thrown high in massive ice-capped turrets. Huddling back against a cleft of rock, you sent your gaze skyward, searching for this elusive,reckless daughter of Dow'Anatha. Idal had spoken very highly of her, or perhaps the impression was that he had spoken at all. Still, despite these challenges, you knew you would find the daughter soon enough. To pass the time on your tiring trek, you thought of the mother, Dow'Anatha...a worrisome, gentle Paint if there ever had been. She had fluttered and hovered over you like a mother hen..and she had even made a passable impression of clucking with disapproval. Thinking so of Dow, you didn't notice that you had come to another cleft of rock that lead out to another precipice. Not daring to look down, you once again sent your gaze heavenwards. The gray overcast sky offered nothing. Just as you were to look away, a delicate flash of blue caught your gaze. A Paint banked sideways as if having caught sight of you as well. Wings splayed outwards to bringher softly to earth, stepping quickly forward with her momentum. Stunned, you gaze upon this Nitheli mare with nothing less then awe and wonder. She stepped daintily and her movements put you in mind of Dow, but little else seemed to strike you as familiar until you heard her murmuing under her breath. Silly traveler...climbing...doesn't even have a good pair of wings....could have fallen...then mum....would have nipped my flank. Oh, I'm Anatha'Kitesh....by...the way at least... Amused by this sign of Dow, you look at her closer as she steps forward to worry over you. Nestled in her mane came a movement of golden fur. Not daring to touch the Nitheli, you still roved a hand forward curiously/ Before you could come closer, a little creature peeks out and scurries up Anatha's mane and leaps onto your shoulder. Intrigued, you look to Anatha and she shrugs... She's a gerbil...mum told me.....rather friendly.....new adoption....name is Drizzled Honey.....I'm worried....she might.....during flight.....but....won't stay....ground. The gerbil, Drizzled Honey, rubbed her little head against your hceek before leaping once again to Anatha, burying hurredly in the thick flowing mane. Anatha met your gaze for a time before dipping respectfully. Rising to her full stature, she dove off the cleft of rock and flowed smoothly into the deep precipice, silent and serene even amidst these furious flurries of snow. Drizzled Honey ID#:10 Gender: Female Parentage:Wild Color: Dark Eyed Honey Offspring: None yet Anatha'Kitesh Translation: Magic Whirl ID#:795 Gender: Mare Glory: Filnasta Class: Nitheli Sire: #605Kitesh'joanan Dam: #632 Dow'Anatha Birth Charity:Mish'Verenasta Current Charity:Lisen'Kitesh Foal Piccie: Silvanon