Three horses came out of nowhere towards Aonar Ciunas. The leader was a dark palomino, the king of his breed: Eisbergkönig. Second and closest was his sister, a black mare with white mane and tail called Toendra. And last of them was Ice, almost pure white. All of their manes and tails were shining for they were ice.
"Would the king of this land please come and talk with me?" called Eisbergkönig.
Pounding daggers against grass could be heard as an ebony form glittered across the rolling hills. Light blue tones of the sky danced under the hot summer sun. Eyes of the purest curiosity scanned over his land, the beautiful rivers, the rolling hills and the slightly misty air. It was truly wonderful in Aonar Ciunas. Stopping directly and lightly in front of them, he received a chill down the center of his spine. They seemed almost....icy - not in the evil way of course. They looked somewhat different than the average wanderer though, and maybe they were.
One was a dark golden stag with silvery tresses bounding over his shoulders. Upon him were odd markings, pallid and intricate all over his bodice. Fantasma could tell he was of royalty and hoped that they hadn't wanted to take over his land. If they did, they were in for a rude awakening. Still, he would remain pleasant in case they were just looking for an alliance. How nice it would be to know more horses of the lands. Beside him was a female of regal stature, one that had a pelt of shimmering ebony with ivory tassels hanging over her. The third was another stag, purely ivory. "Greetings," he answered them, moving closer to them. "I am Fantasma, king of Aonar Ciunas. What brings you here?" he asked confidently, smiling to them easily.