Kanati has seen many things and heard many more. He had learned to lead other spiritually and to be a family man. He had learned the difference between being family of all and loving one above all others. Kanati knew the language of old and could feel the meaning of the drums that beat deep in the Two Leg village. New breeds had come and gone around his world, it seemed ever changing and yet it never changed at all. Why then did Kanati feel like he had not done all he should?

Kanati walked aimlessly thinking over each encounter he could remember since his foalhood. He had not always been this spiritual after all, he didn't just wake up and start straining to hear the spirits of the earth and sky. No he was taught to, by his father and mother long since pasted.

"Hush! Kanati and stand tall!" A large green unicorn barked against a ragging wind to a foal that whinnied beside him. Many thought Kanati's father to be mad, but he only wished for Kanati to be strong and to understand the old ways.

"But it's cold I want to go home!" Kanati the young foal yelled back to his father while staring down the mountain's ledge.

"I said hush! To weather the elements is to make you strong! To listen is to hear the great mountain spirits, and to be on the mountain is to be closer to the gods themselves! I want you to be strong Kanati, I do not want to loose you to sickness like your older brothers." Adahy spoke not speaking a beat while starring into the swirling winds of the mountain.

Brothers....what would it have been like to have brothers? Why had they died before he even knew them? Kanati knew his father had been harsh at times to him, but he understood it was because Adahy was hurting. Besides he would not be as strong as he is now with out the knowledge and the wisdom his father gave him. And though his father was deep in the old ways and very religious that was not where Kanati learned to be spiritual.


The scent of spring was heavy in his breath as the foal ran through the open field to join his mother. The sound of spring's melody lofted to the young male's ears through the voices of the song birds. He slowed upon seeing his mother, a brown unicorn mare that seem to some how sparkle even in the shade.

"Kanati." Galilahi greeted her son with a warm smile yet distant eyes, before turning to look at the fields once more. Her ears twitched as the wind blew through her mane seemingly sending sparkles flying as it did.

"Mother, what are you doing?" Kanati asked following her gaze into the field. His eyes fell upon the spring flowers and he wondered if that was what had caught her attention.

"Listening.” Galilahi replied with not much emotion. She was like this all the time, it seemed as though she was always lost in her own little world. Obsessed with the spirits Kanati’s father would tell him.

Kanati tilted his head and perked his ears, despite that his father and mother seemed to always hear something, Kanati had yet to hear it himself. Did the voice of spirits sound like the songs of the birds or did it sound like the mighty howling of the mountain range. How could the same thing sound the same, or did they all have different voices like that of soquili? "What do they sound like mother?"

"Everything and nothing at all. A whisper in the spring’s breath to a roar of the ocean waves. Your father prefers to listen to the roar that the mountain or the ocean makes, but I much prefer the whispers." Galilahi smiled as she talked about what mattered to her most.

"....Ok well can we go play?" Kanati asked dancing slightly beside his mother.

"No, you need to learn to hear them, its important, when my father and I die they will be your family.” Galiahi said taking a more serious look upon her face.



Kanati hadn’t had a long foalhood now that he thought about it. If he wasn’t training with his father he was listening with his mother. They never let him interact with other families, nor play with anything strange he came across. He didn’t resent them for it though, it was part of what made him who he was. It was a part of him and he was happy with his life. Though if he could relive his young adult years he might have. His mother was killed, Kanati never really found out how, but his father wouldn’t let Kanati see the body so it must not have been a pleasant death. Adahy died not long after, his heart could not handle the loss of his life mate and he was confident he had taught all he could to Kanati. The young adult Kanati felt alone, and he turned to the spirits as his only family and friend.