In the backwoods of Washington State, beneath the pacific blue sky filled with the sounds of migrating birds and a whispering breeze, there lies a lush green valley between three large mountains. The largest of the snowcapped peaks, in the nothernmost part of the valley, is known as the Watcher. It's towering height and mystical color make it a sight to behold. The second smallest, off to the west of the Watcher is known as the Wary. Surrounded by a pale silver mist, the Wary gives off a magical feel to any that traverse close to it. And to the southeast is the Listener, a small mountain cast in a bluish glow and pale pink as the sun rises. Together these mountains make up the whole of the protection for the valley. In the middles of the large valley there is a solitary facility. The home of Shadowflight Tiniquines.

In the stable a young girl, aged around 22 can be seen going about morning chores. Her long onyx colored hair was tied back neatly in a loose knot and her bangs were braided. She was clad in her usual black stable clothes, a spiked collar, and a quite large cross necklace. Cotton breeches, choker top, and high lace up English boots. Clearly an expensive outfit but Raven wasn't much to buy something and never wear it for fear of getting a little dirt on it. To her, owning animals was committing to a life of never being clean and getting dirty all the time, and she was happy with it. She loved living in the ShadowFlight valley, and living next to the stables. Being as close to the stables as she wished to be was more than she could have ever wished for. But most of all she loved Tiniquines.

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A warm breeze whispered past Raven's shoulders, through the morning drizzle, and through her hair as she went about the morning task of feeding all of ShadowFlight Stables' resident Tiniquines. Gentle nickers and anxious whinnies filled the warm spring air as tiny sets of ears heard grain filling stainless steel buckets down the aisleway in the large feedroom. Impatient pawing commenced and wide eyes searched for their caretaker among the rustle.

At the end of the stable Raven was busily preparing grain. With specific scoop sizes she measured out each and every tiniquines' grain and weighed it to make sure it was the proper amount so as to keep the regular feed amount and not upset the specific diet of each. As she finished filling, measuring, and weighing each amount of grain she put it into a series of shiny stainless steel buckets and lined them up in order of stall number beside the feedroom door. When she was finished preparing the grain she went to get hay. On the left side of the feedroom was two large stacks of hay bales that had been brought down from the hayloft. Some of them were light colored grass hay and the others were the more dark rich alfalfa hay. Cutting the twine on one of the bales of grass hay she removed enough flakes togotten alfalfa, Raven moved the wheelbarrow out to the side of the aisle. Then she went back to get the grain.

Taking each bucket, two at a time, she delivered each tiniquines' grain to their stall. Slowly the whinnies and pawing subsided and the stable grew quiet, save for the sound of lips snatching up grain and the quiet sound of happily chewing tiniquines as they ate. As soon as Raven had finished graining everyone she returned to the hay and delivered it to each tiniquines' hay feeder.

A the sound of foosteps up a gravel walkway broke the silence as someone unfamiliar, you, walked into the stable.

"Aye! Welcome to Shadowflight Stables, home to the ShadowFlight Tiniquines. I am Raven ShadowFlight, owner, breeder, caretaker. How may I be of assistance?"

You tell Raven that you have come to get acquainted with them and to possibly buy one for yourself. She nods and leads you to a spacious office near the north end of the stable where you came in. Inside she offers you a chair and sits behind the large desk. Reaching into a drawer she pulls out a booklet. Handing it over, she explains...

"This will tell you everything you want to know about Tiniquines. Feel free to have a look around the stable. I just fed everyone, so they may ignore you. I just ask that you don't bother them while they are eating. Read the booklet when you get time. It contains everything you will need to know if you are looking to buy a Tiniquine for yourself. Information about where to purchase one, how to register and show them, and how to breed them. As well as genetics. If you still have questions after that, feel free to come and ask me. Good day."

She shows you to the door and returns to her desk to go over registration papers leaving you to explore the spacious stable.