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The daughter of the wind
Her mother gave her the name Epona, in honor of her
old friend, the Greek goddess of the wind. But everyone simply calls her
'Al Faras' - the mare. Royal blood flows in her veins, immediately recognizable
by her noble appearance. She is a child of love, the love between the
King of the Winds and the oriental steppe. From her father she has temperament and
Light-footedness from her father and serenity and endurance from her mother. In the morning
her mother's servants look after her. Their pale honey-colored fur is covered with
the finest myrrh and all kinds of resins, the braided mane is cared for with
roses, her hooves are bathed in orange blossom oil. During the day she is constantly
out and about. Sometimes her father comes by and brings fragrances from faraway countries
italian bergamot, pine and spruce aromas from the far north
She often chats with the flowers of the steppe, and they give her some
Scent of flowers. Epona is free and carefree, thoughtful and playful at the same time.
Nothing can throw her off balance. Only late in the evening does she
returns to her stately chambers. The scents of the day fade to
a glorious harmony of memories and only her fur is still a delicate reminder
of the beautiful day.
old friend, the Greek goddess of the wind. But everyone simply calls her
'Al Faras' - the mare. Royal blood flows in her veins, immediately recognizable
by her noble appearance. She is a child of love, the love between the
King of the Winds and the oriental steppe. From her father she has temperament and
Light-footedness from her father and serenity and endurance from her mother. In the morning
her mother's servants look after her. Their pale honey-colored fur is covered with
the finest myrrh and all kinds of resins, the braided mane is cared for with
roses, her hooves are bathed in orange blossom oil. During the day she is constantly
out and about. Sometimes her father comes by and brings fragrances from faraway countries
italian bergamot, pine and spruce aromas from the far north
She often chats with the flowers of the steppe, and they give her some
Scent of flowers. Epona is free and carefree, thoughtful and playful at the same time.
Nothing can throw her off balance. Only late in the evening does she
returns to her stately chambers. The scents of the day fade to
a glorious harmony of memories and only her fur is still a delicate reminder
of the beautiful day.
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