In the vast plains where the wind speaks and flowers bloom with memory, a magical horse was born — Windflower. Her coat bore the patterns of wild blossoms and sacred vines, gifted by the Earth Mother.
Windflower wasn’t just beautiful. She was a spirit messenger, known to appear in dreams, carrying hope and healing between worlds.
One year, the sun stopped rising. The Sun Child, keeper of light, had fallen into sorrow. Only Windflower could reach her — across the sky's star bridge.
Racing through the heavens, Windflower found the Sun Child and gently said:
“Let me carry your sorrow, and guide your light home.”
Touched by her kindness, the Sun Child returned, placing a glowing flower on Windflower’s mane.
From then on, each sunrise carries a whisper of Windflower’s spirit, and wildflowers bloom in her path.
