Sanctia walked through the forest, she tried to come here every day to sing. First she patrolled the area to make sure that no one was there, then she sat underneath her favorite Willow tree and began to sing. And she didn't know it, but she had a listener who didn't know the song, but loved the singing nonetheless.

The undiscovered audience decided to walk from her hiding place, feet barely touching the ground as she glided over to a startled Sanctia, who immediately stopped singing.

"Why did you stop?" The strange Purtle said, tilting her head to the side as her mane swirled, detaching and reattaching, sometimes part of it dissipating.

"Because you scared me. Who are you? Are you an angel? A ghost? A spirit?" Sanctia said, still shaken and wary of the stranger, though she almost melted at the newcomers beauty.

"Maybe," the angelic Purtle said with a smile, sitting next to Sanctia.

With the listener so close, Sanctia couldn't help but tell that she smelled pleasantly of sage.

"My name is Wisp, what's yours?" Wisp said, looking over at Sanctia with intense light blue eyes.

Sanctia leapt back reluctantly, trying to be sensible "You're a complete stranger that I met in the woods five seconds ago and you want me to tell you my name?"

They looked at each other for a second, Sanctia really looking at the stranger for the first time, beautiful light blue eyes, misty grey mane, sky blue fur with a leaf green muzzle and eartips, she was the most beautiful Purtle that Sanctia had ever seen.

"My name is Sanctus, but call me Sancti." 

(Short story written by darkfirespower )