Painted Unicorns
You and the two painted unicorns reach the next meadow together. This one is wide and golden with flowers in every shade from the color of pale sunlight to the deep color of flame. Rol'desha trots out happily into the meadow, where two other Painted Unicorns. You are surprised at how much smaller they are than she. You had forgotten she is a large Niyeva type like her father. The three foals greet each other, and then come over to greet you. The first one looks unlike any other Unicorn you have met here. It has dragonic wings, for one, and is striped like a zebra.
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The Silver Unicorn
You giggle when the second one comes near. She looks exactly like a younger version of Milzyith, with the same purple hair and distinctive brown swirling pattern. She has to have been her mother.














"Pleased to meet you all," you say, and introduce yourself.

"I'm Doylin'klis," the younger Milzyith says. "You probably know my mother. Everyone says I look like her," she smiles and arches her neck proudly.

The striped one rolls his eyes and says, "I'm Wysa'unlasta. Not related to anyone you would know."

"You are a Painted Unicorn as well, Wysa?" you ask curiously.

"Of course. It's just that I'm actually a Zebracorn mix. Zebracorns are slightly different from Painted unicorns, but they do interbreed occasionally."

"Ah, well that explains it. Lovely group you have here, Shev," you say, looking around for the older male.

"They certainly have grown up well," he says with a sigh. "You should have seen the trouble they got into when they were younger. I can't wait until I have grandfoals running around here so I can play with them but not have to be in charge."

Rol'desha flattens her ears at this statement from her father. "I think you are going to be waiting awhile on that one, pops."

Shev'vali leans in closer to you and whispers, "I think she's still in that phase where all stallions are icky. She'll grow out of it, I suppose."

"No I won't!" Rol'desha yells.

"Well, I'd love to stay longer, but I should be on my way," you say.

"Very well then. You'll come back for another visit later?"

"Of course."

You leave the meadow, followed briefly by a contingent of the four Painted Unicorns. Soon, they turn back and return to their meadows and you are alone in the Forest once more.
Name: Doylin'klis (381)
Meaning: Perfect Angel
Species: Painted Unicorn
Gender: Mare
Parents: Milzyith x Wysaflis
Birth Charity: Wysa'Mitephar
Offspring: None
Name: Wysa'unlasta (27z)
Meaning: Time's Horizon
Species: Zebracorn/ Paint mix
Gender: Stallion
Parents: Wild
Charity: None
Offspring: None