Miyia

Light paws touched the moss, twisted and were gone again with her light dancers step and a warm giggle to match. “Come now, Finick, are you going to be forever disagreeable?”
“I am not being disagreeable. We should not be wandering these woods alone. This is beastclan territory.” The skewbald centaur frowned, ears flicking, spear stomped against the dirt.
“Have we reached your home yet?”
“My home? My home is back at the den, my lady.”
“Do stop calling me that, Finick, and I don’t mean that home, I mean your real home.”
“My home is back at the den, my lady.” He repeated a little more firmly.
She huffed and paused her steps to look back at him fully. “I heard that companion trainer talking when he came through last. Grand tales of nets and cages. Taking you away from family and herds.” She paused. “So you’re going back. Back home.” She finished more softly, settling back on her haunches, wings shifting slightly.
Finick sighed a little, smiling just a touch at her sweetness before he informed: “I don’t have a home to go back to. Nor have I any wish. If I went back there it’d be battle and fight and we’d be enemies. This is where I am now, and you should be home, safe in the lair.” He finished on a reprimanding tone.
“I wanted to take you home, Fin.” She pouted a little, flicking her tail and wavering, doing a full circle and sighing at him finally. “You don’t want to go home then.”
“No, my lady.”
“Are we friends, Finick?”
“I think so.” He frowned, brows drawing together as he considered that question.
“Good, then you can stop calling me your lady and call me Miyia like everyone else.”
“My-”
“Because if you don’t call me Miyia then of course I’m an oppressive master and you must be freed.”
Finick sighed. “Can we go, Miyia?” His head turned toward the trees around them a little uncomfortably.
“Fine, fine, fi-aaaah!”She shrieked as a net sprang up around her, fumbling and grabbing for her pearl as it rolled from her grasp and out of reach. She tried to twist around, biting at the net and clawing to make a hole big enough for her as Finick moved to her pearl, reaching down but not touching it. She’d be out in a moment. He stood over it protectively, ears flicking as he looked around, hoping there would be no trouble. It was a vain hope this far into beastclan territories, he heard the rush of footsteps, looked around and hurriedly dropped his satchel and nudged the pearl inside with the end of his staff, looking to Miyia’s progress on the nets.
Not fast enough.
She growled and snapped at the beasts that appeared. Finick looked for any way to help, met her gaze and turned and leapt into a gallop.
She called after him, scared as she clawed at the nets and bit and jerked. He had her pearl. No, no, no, don’t take that away. . . .
Her efforts on the net stopped and she snapped at a poking spear as the clans closed in. She wasn’t sure what hit her, she just remembered pain. . .

. . . and then she was waking up with the sun streaming down on her, warming her wings.




“She’s awake!”
“Can I eat him now?”
“No, you may not eat the centaur.” Another strange voice further away answered the second. “How many times do I have to tell you?”
“But. . .” the second whined argumentatively.
“How about I just tell this poor little girl that you threatened to eat her friend? I’ll bet she’ll eat you for it.”
“I’m not a centaur!”
Finick was paying the conversation no mind, shifting from one forehoof to another nervously, grinding the end of his spear into the dirt. Finick’s satchel was beside her, open, her pearl rolled out toward her. She snatched it up and pulled it close to her chest, forepaws moving over it and around it protectively, muzzle dipped against it as well. No one else had handled it. It was safe. She looked up at Finick, though still protectively huddled over her pearl.
“Thank you, where are we?”
“The glade.” A strong female voice answered.
“They were the first thunder I found.”
“We rescued you!” whiney desiring-to-eat-Finick piped up, showing himself to be a young imperial. “It was all kinds of exciting. Rushing into a beastclan camp. There was slashing and biting and we grabbed you and escaped!”
“You’ve got a real friend in that one.” The third voice commented more gently than the other female. “Brave, bolting right into a strangers lands, desperate to get you help and he’s stood by your side since you came back.”
“Please, you’re embarrassing me, ma’am.”
“I’ve been here too.” The first voice made her turn sharply to find a much larger imperial laid out comfortably in the grass behind her. “Your pearl shines like you.” He complimented. “They don’t all do that, but the glimmer when the light hits yours is just like the sun on your wings and the accents are as brightly gorgeous as that lovely pink.”
She curled a little more around her pearl, not quite sure how to take the words. “Thanks, I. . . think?”
The imperial opened his mouth in a grin. “Welcome to the glade, both of you.”



Possible matches:


Limited to white/black and blues but nice. Good equal chance on breeds.



Favorite without question. Nice white/black range and purple/blue



Brown/red and green/blue ranges



Taking a tie for favorite. Nice equal chance of breed, brown/red range and very nice blue range.