Pangaea points to a rocky formation resembling a horse in the distance saying, "Have you ever wondered how Equine Hill got its name? Or how it came to be?
Have you ever sat on it's craggy surface and listened to the wind cry and moan through it's cracks and crevices?
Well, gather round my friends, and let me tell you the story of "To Chase the Wind" as it was handed down to me.
Pangaea looks thoughtfully at Equine Rock one more time, glowing red with the setting sun.........
The last light of day shining through what appears to be an eye, giving the rock formation a semblance of life, before closing her eye's and speaking softly, begins to spin a tale of mystery, and romance.
As with any story of legend or lore, this one too takes place a long time ago, back when the primes visited our land a little more often, back when our innocence was still new......
Born in the spring to very proud parents a little colt with long spindly legs stood for his first time. His parents, proud of what their love had brought forth into this world, knew right away that there was something special about their son.
His legs were long and strong, his mane flowing behind his back as if he were already "chasing the wind" which was the reference used to describe the fastest of the herd.
His eye's twinkled with intelligence, and his voice, though tiny, was filled with the wonder of the world around him, and his coat shown with the gold of the sun.
They named him "Windchaser" and raised him in the shadow of their love, nurturing him to manhood.
"Windchaser" found at an early age that he could indeed run with the best of the herd, and as he grew, all came to know and respect him. The filly's in the herd all sought to win his heart, but all Windchaser cared for was the feel of the wind in his mane, and the sound of his hooves flying over the surface of Kasuria.
One day while resting under the shade of a tree, his sides heaving gently from the day's run, Windchaser, speaking out loud to himself, wondered on what it would be like to actually catch the wind.
I can feel the wind touch me thought Windchaser out loud, why could I not one day touch her?
Knowing the folly of his words Windchaser laughed quietly to himself, imagine me, daydreaming of elementals, what would any of them ever see in me?
The wind hearing Windchaser's words, was instantly attracted to the beautiful stallion who bore her name, and began to talk to him softly, using the leaves of the tree beneath which he rested, Wind sang to him in melodic sounds, and Windchaser fell in love immediately.
Over the course of the next few weeks, Windchaser could be seen running across Kasuria, his heart beating within his broad chest, his lungs heaving, trying desperately to keep up with the wind.
Occasionaly wind would slow down to give Windchaser a gentle push from behind, or to brush his mane from his deep set eye's, touching him in the only way she could.
At night she would sing him to sleep, blowing through the tall grasses, rustling gently through the leaves of the tree's, caressing him with warm southerly winds.
Soon wind's love for Windchaser was so strong that she went to "Viverravus " begging the prime to which she was bound, to have mercy and compassion, to grant her this one wish.
Oh "Viverravus" cried wind, I beg the gift of mortality, to walk the face of Kasuria, so I might share a life with the one who holds my heart.
"Viverravus" seeing the sincerity of Winds heart, could not help but to grant Winds wish......but there must be a price paid my child continued "Viverravus"......
Wind looking down, tears staining her otherwise beautiful visage, whispered anything "Viverravus", anything to share his life with him.
"Viverravus" speaking in a loud and clear voice told Wind that her love must prove himself worthy of her, that if he could catch her in her true form, that he would grant her the gift of one mortal life.
Wind knowing it was senseless to argue, thanked "Viverravus" and returned to inform Windchaser of the decree that had been handed to her.
Upon hearing this Windchaser unable to touch wind as he longed to, spoke to her in soft whinnies, telling her not to worry, that he would find a way, that with her as the prize, nothing would keep him from winning, and his heart gladdened at even this remote chance to win and hold his love as he had longed to do so many times.
And so they set out early the next morning, before the sun could rise over Equine hill, and bake the land into a hot and heavy silence.
With the dew still wet on the grass, Windchaser snorted his challenge to Viverravus, and took off after the wind.
Windchaser ran with everything he had, chasing the wind through the tree's and over the hills, out onto the plain, and then stretching out to his full length and stride, breathing heavily, Windchaser caught his first glimpse of Wind, there..... just beyond his reach...... he could see her blowing before him......
Wind seeing his love so close gave a great neigh and straining forward.... sparks flying from his hooves.... sweat and foam running from his sides.... he stretched out his long neck and..........touched the wind!
All of a sudden, the world stood still, and a great wind rose and began to spin and form and take shape before his eye's.
Windchaser watched in wonder, sides heaving from his exertions, and as the wind settled and died, there in front of him, stood the most beautiful filly he had ever seen.
Her main was long and flowing, her coat the color of the clouds, and her voice when she spoke to him was unmistakable........Wind!!! he cried, as he rushed to her side, Wind, tell me my eye's do not deceive me, that you are truly here.
Wind, feeling the pull and weight of her mortal body, sighed and laying her neck across his, whispered to him that they had a whole lifetime ahead of them, and that she would see all of his dreams come true.
Windchaser returning the embrace whispered, they already have Wind, they already have.
The story of Windchaser and his race with the wind spread quickly over the face of Kasuria, and the lovers could be seen frequently running thru the fields or grazing on Equine hill, where they had made their home.
In time, as in all things, children were born to the happy couple, but some of these children, as you might imagine, being born from more than mere mortals, were different.....and slightly changed.
Pangaea pauses, and opening her eye's, looks quietly towards the heavens, smiling gently before resuming her tale.
Some of the little colts and filly's were born with the gift of the Primes and their mother's traits, giving them wings with which to "ride the wind".
And so did the Pegasus come into being, a gift of their love to the world, a plaything of the primes. A marvel and legend to mortals.
Pangaea smiles and looks up, but that is another story, and we have yet to finish our tale :)
In time they grew old together and rejoiced in the lives of their children and grandchildren, growing old but never swaying from the love that they had shared.
Then the sad day came when Windchaser gave up his soul to the Primes, and the Wind was left alone....her body aged with the weight of our world, she bade her children good-bye and returned to her true form.
Unable to forget her love for Windchaser, and the eternity before her without him, she took it upon herself to erect a monument to her love, so that his vision would never fade from this plane.
And so the wind began to blow, and to carve and erode Equine hill, the home they had shared those many years, with love she blew into the hill, shaping it, forming it, changing it, into what we see today.....
A stallion proud... running full stride... nostrils flared with effort... neck stretched out... as if to chase the wind.