The Jade Horse and the Willow Sprite
Along the cobbled paths of the Sunken Dragon Village, where ancient roofs curved like wise old smiles, walked Meilin, a fairy whose silken robes shimmered with the softest peach and jade green. In her delicate hand, she held a parasol, woven from moonlight and cherry blossoms, its ribs painted with soaring cranes, shading a majestic horse.
This was Silver hoof, a steed whose mane flowed like spun silver, and whose coat gleamed with the iridescence of polished obsidian. He trotted with dignified grace, his hooves echoing softly on the moss-kissed stones. Meilin hummed a tune as sweet as lychee wine, her mission to guide Silver hoof through the timeless village, past scarlet lanterns and indigo doorways, ensuring his journey was as comfortable as it was enchanting. The air around them sparkled with unseen magic, a testament to the fairy's gentle care.
