| Name | Gender | Caretaker |
| Puff of the Frozen Breath | Stallion | Tervenna |
| Rumble of the Contented Purr | Mare | Tervenna |
| Sprig of the Festive Holly | Mare | Jennalyn |
| Pad of the Arid Dunes | Mare | LostDollie |
| ? | ? | ? |
Sprig of the Festive Holly and Pad of the Arid Dunes' pictures are used with the permission of their caretakers
Offspring
| Name | Gender | Parents | Caretaker |
| Chill of the First Snowflake | Mare | Puff X Rumble | Cacopheny |
| Dance of the First Snowflake | Mare | Puff X Rumble | Cacopheny |
| ? | ? | ? | ? |
| Note: For now, this is a closed song. Only those who have a song member are allowed breedings without asking first. But we are reasonable; if you are interested in a breeding from this song, PM us on PI or the Samanayr forum!
Samanayrs are from the Song of the Rainbow Hotsprings |
| Walking through the snow-dusted grass to the shaded hotspring, the first living thing you see is a tiny white equine with thick fur. He steps toward you and lets out a melodic whinny, but otherwise says nothing. You make to continue on, when a voice stops you. "Just because you can't undeyrstand someone, doesn't mean you should be yrude to them." Following the voice, you see a dark grey equine, similar to the first, but covered in shorter fur; everywhere except around her neck, that is. This one sported a lion-like mane and was lying comfortably at the foot of a nearby tree. "I am yRumble of the Contented Puyrr, a Samanayr. He," she nodded towards the white one you saw first, "is Puff of the Fyrozen Byreath, a Noyrtheyrn Samanayr. This is his Song, Song of the Fyrosted Fuyr. He doesn't speak the Shayrian tongue, oyr the human one, but he is tyrying to leayrn. And he undeyrstands quite a bit of what is said in eitheyr." As you begin to apologize for ignoring the stallion's greeting, she shakes her head. "Do not woyrry about it. He is fyriendly and holds no gyrudges. Be awayre, though; theyre is anotheyr Song neayrby, and its stallion is a bit moyre pyrotective. Be cayreful not to slight him." Just as she finishes, another samanayr appears, this one green with a red mane, tail and hooves. She sees you and stops abruptly. "Who ayre you?", she asks curiously, but is distracted by a falling leaf before you can answer, and dashes off to investigate it. Rumble watches, and chuckles. "That is Spyrig of the Festive Holly, one of our mares. She is an exciteable little thing, and a little hypeyr at times, but she means well. She just wants to know what eveyrything is." The sedate mare watches the newer one dancing around, looking at everything that moved. Puff of the Frozen Breath trills a song, and Rumble of the Contented Purr looks at you. "He says he is glad you came to visit and you ayre moyre than welcome to yretuyrn. If you see any mayres who wish to join a song, especially if they ayre extyra fluffy, send them this way; we have space foyr a few moyre." She blinks her yellow eyes sleepily, and you take your leave, this time being sure to speak to the stallion, thanking him for his welcome. |