Carousel-Stables

Maestro and Ghede made their way over to where the parade was about to start, many people Unicorns and creatures had already gathered to watch. Some froglets were perched on heads tails and shoulders, it was a funny sight indeed. It was said the King had some special Unicorns he was to be showing off today, ones that no one had seen before or even heard of. Apparently they lived in the lap of luxury, only the finest stables with pillows and blankets, the best of nutritional feeds, and the most expensive soaps, shampoos, conditioners. The duo really didn’t quite know what to expect, they had seen pampered classique before, that was not uncommon. But what ones required such high secrecy and from the King of all people? They weren't dangerous like the Bataille..so why keep them hidden? Ghede raised his head craning to try get a look over the crowd as the music began and the parade started, his ears perked tightly forwards in anticipation. Maestro tried his best but didn’t have the

With the Maypole finished, and froglets caught, there was one last task to complete on their list, however this one was to be the most tricky! Costumes!! Maestro wasn’t a sewer, and well, as Ghede had indicated prior, he had no thumbs, so how were they to create something truly magnificent and in such short a time? For a moment they sat thinking hard on the options available, all exquisite fabrics, jewelry and trinkets, anything they could need for this. But how to make it? The young man stood exclaiming “Aha!” at his revelation. Magic, he would use his own magic, not Unicornian or even Boucle, but his own from a lifetime ago. For not many knew of his history, his past, and indeed most thought him an ordinary human. Only one other knew of his abilities, his comrade in arms, Zhandore who helped him run his stables back home. Zhandore was an Elf though, so he knew almost right away, they had that sixth sense as it were. There wasn’t exactly any reason why he had kept it

After all the chaos of Froglet-catching, Ghede and Maestro decided to have a rest grabbing a cooling drink at one of the confectionery stands, as they did so, they took another look at the events list in the pamphlet they were handed. “Oh look buddy, Maypole decorating! What do you think, should we give it a go?” he pointed out one of the items on the printed list. The steed lifted his pale head up to look around and spied the Maypoles in the distance, all the ribbons and trinkets and shiny things, it reminded him of Yule or Mardi Gras. His nostrils quivered and he gave a little neigh of approval. “Right, you are, it looks fun doesn’t it?” Maestro finished his drink and leapt back up onto his boucle’s back, and soon they were off at a confident canter to the area. Before long they were allocated a Maypole all to themselves, and nudged in the direction of the decorations, there were so many to choose from that Maestro felt quite giddy. “How about you pick some out and I will

Maestro sat astride the strong back of joker-marked boucle Ghede, and gently guided the stallion through the large ornate gates to the Palace. His dark eyes roamed the scene with an almost child-like excitement, and a blue flash rippled across their surface. His hands slid down around the Unicorn’s neck and he dismounted, letting the steed follow behind him as he began the process to register for the event to take place. After their names were taken, a magic-imbued wristband was fitted to him, and he marveled at the opal-like gemstone inlaid in the metal fixture. Maestro turned to Ghede explaining that it was to ensure that visitors didn’t stray beyond the boundaries, and to keep close-by so as not to get lost. For a moment the grand Classique stallion looked insulted at such an insinuation that he would do such a thing, then with a cheeky wink shoved his face into his owner’s arms. As if to say ‘you can trust me’. “All right, all right, I get it, I trust you my big guy” They moved

A figure rode astride an orchid-hued boucle, his delicate hands intertwined with the Stallion’s purple and white striped mane, the length of it trailing in quiet tendrils down to the ground. The purple coat was exquisitely marked with not only the Muertos gene, but also an extended crepu with his Sugarskull bouclite birthstone. A truly impressive steed to behold even during the day, but here at night the markings glowed as if under it’s own personal blacklight. The horse’s mane was adorned with various flowers, and he wore a garland around the base of his neck. The sweet heady scent from the florals wafted in their wake, making all manner of night-life follow curiously from a safe distance of the travelers. The rider was a lythe build, with a dark navy blue hue to his skin, his hair (like the horse he rode), in rolling waves was also of an exceptional length; a raven hue with streaks of gold in it. Slender fingers each tipped with long gold nails affectionately stroked the equine’s

Narnia stood on a hilltop, the thick forest pressing up behind him on the outcrop of rock, he gazed down below to the sweep of wide open meadows, and mountains surrounding the valley like grand guardians, their very peaks dusted with freshly fallen snow. The stallion took in a deep breath, letting it out in puffs of mist as he scented the air, his frosty tipped ears swiveling to perk with interest. Something new had appeared on the horizon, and the smells drifting up to him filled the pale horse with intrigue. On quiet hooves he turned, melting into that forest, his sparkling rack of antlers held high with pride. --- In the valley Hathor had been grazing with a small herd, the fire of bandmate Hestia keeping them warm in the chill morning, her glowing blue flames a welcoming sight in the darker months. Her own glowing horns and hooves helped guide the horses when the flaming mare’s fires were low. The golden mare had recognized the glint from the Antlers of the