Water crashed down from the high waterfall in the glen, churning the water into a fury of froth. further toward the edge of the pool the water was calmer, cold and clear like liquid crystal. The calm of the water was broken by hooves splashing into the pool. Surrounded by a bevy of wood nymphs, was Epona.She sighed to herself. This just wasn't her style but for the orphans she would make this sacrifice. She removed her customary leather halter top and took a bar of lilac and jasmine scented soap. The nymphs all followed suit. Epona handled her human portion herself, not really caring to have wild women running thier hands on her any more than necessary. The nymphs started soaping her equine portion, and soon she was a soapy mass. Satisfied she was clean enough, she forged into deeper water, until she was deep enough to swim. She took a breath and submerged herself, rinsing away the soap and any residual dirt. When she emerged to the shore, she shook herself, spraying water all over the nymphs who thinking it was great fun, laughed and shrieked playfully. NymphsShe thought, shaking her head. She grabbed a towel and began to dry her hair, and was soon assisted by the chattering laughing girls. Soon she was dry, and instead of braiding her hair as was customary, she brushed it out until it shone glossy black falling in ebony waves to her waist framing her face and giving her a "softer" appearance. One of the nymphs began to weave flowers into her hair, soft pastel hued blooms that accented her creamy complexion and her green eyes. She allowed another to give her tail the same treatment. Yet another was fastening silver bells to her ankles, so that each step sent cheerful musical jingling out. She tried to think of anything else than how ridiculous she felt as she held still while yet another nymph applied something called "kohl" To her eyes. She opened her eyes to peek at her reflection. No longer did she see a war filly, But a stunning wild creature as lovely as any nymph could wish to be. She slipped a creamy suede halter top on and shook out her flower bedecked mane. Eyes that had been merely pretty before peered back at her, a smoldering emerald, thick black lashes brushing her cheeks demurely. She sighed and steeled herself. She tossed towels back into the basket and the nymphs, their job done amused themselves playing in the water. She trotted back to her cottage, jingling out a musical melody with every step. She tucked the basket away, and picked out the saddle sized for children. Setting it on her equine back, she trotted down to the benefit fair and had a groomsman buckle her up. She made her way to the gaily decorated center ring. And soon the line was bristling with children hauling their parents by the hand to get a ride on her back. The things she did for kids......