Me'an O'iche Turas

She gripped his bright orange fur tightly. She could feel the breeze blow swiftly through her hair. In the distance she heard a hoolet or owl, calling through the night sky. She could smell the sweet smell of the purple and blue flowers as they raced through the glen.

One of her favorite adventures was to go for a night ride on her favorite fox. They’d ride through fields, along the edges of the steep cliffs where the waves crashed below. Tonight they were heading towards wonderful spot. She could hear the trickle of the stream she loved to splash and play in. It had the tiniest of waterfalls with smooth pebbles surrounding the bottom, making a perfect swimming pool. The water was cold but she didn’t mind. She splashed around while her fox wondered about, rustling around in the near by grass. Soon it was time to head back. She whistled, her fox came running over to her. She hopped on his back and pointed him in the direction of their small fair folk village and the world slept on.