Nubula lifted her nose to the air. The mist filled air flowed into her nose as she inhaled. She could smell it, the others could see it, the first bud had come. This would be the Spring Ceremony. It’s a very important ceremony too for many different reasons. It’ll be Nebula’s first spring time as an Oracle and so it meant she had more responsibilities.
In the summer months when the path opened, curious horses from the Dreamworld came. She wasn’t so sure of their harmlessness. The Dreamworld invading the reality, it could hurt the entire herd. This was the fear that was floating in her mind that morning and the entire morning. The Spring Ceremony –had- to please the Gods so that they could keep the herd safe from what lies out there.
She had been so lost in that thought that she walked right into one of the trees that grew near were Drifa resided. The purple maned mare shook her head the jewels that lines her mane flicked back and forth, she had hit it rather hard and would undoubtedly get a bump. “Ouch…” She mumbled softly mostly to herself.
Her ears perked up and she had to take a moment to get her bearings. The fog didn’t bother her or hinder her like it did or could the other horses. For Nebula was blind. Her eyes pure white and was told once they in the moon light, they glowed. The mare looked around reading the energies she felt around her to find Drifa. She was one of the 3 Oracles and the most veteran. She would know best how to handle the Spring ceremony.
“Drifa~?” She called out softly, turning toward the other mare’s energy.