Names
The black unicorn woke up in a strange cave, one that smelled like salt and strange herbs. He smelled a strange unicorn in here, a stallion. A dark shape loomed in the entry, startling the black unicorn. A dark brown stallion trotted into the cave, holding a lump of some strange plant in his mouth. The black unicorn tried to get up, and the stranger dropped the herbs. He rushed over to a bowl of water and brought it to the black one. "Chiya," he whispered, "Chiya." The black unicorn slipped into a deep sleep, glad to let go.
Ilia wanted so badly to see the black unicorn again. He had spoken something, when she had found him, but she hadn't understood. It had sounded strange, but it had clearly been a cry for help. The Healer hadn't let her in to see him- mares were not allowed. She stood by the sea, gazing out across its gray expanse. The waves lapped around her hooves, stinging the tiny cuts. The brambles had grown up, so she had trouble getting through them to come to the sea. Mares were not allowed to come by the beach.
The black unicorn was finally well enough to leave the cave. He walked out into the cold winter air, tinged with a salty flavor. He shivered, being in the outside air again. The stallion whose cave he had been sharing had called him Tyr, so he supposed that was his name. He had forgotten.
A tall stallion, his height, walked up to him. His coat was a gleaming, burnished gold, his mane white as snow. His horn was crystalline, nearly transparent. He bowed his head, and Tyr bowed back. The golden stallion was King here, a concept Tyr understood. As the golden stallion left, Tyr walked forward. He did not know where he was going, just let his feet take him on.
Ilia stood captivated by the sea. It was a dark gray, accented by angry black clouds brewing a storm on the horizon. Winter chill nipped her skin, digging though her coat. The air was now tangled with the sea-scent, and lightining-smell. So tangled she did not smell the stallion behind her.
Tyr walked up behind the mare - the auburn coated mare that had found him on the beach. She stood hock deep in the saltwater, staring out at the ocean. He was not paying attention, and stepped on a twig. The auburn mare whirled around.