The air in Veilheim wavered - not only from the soft magic hugging old trees or humming along glassy brooks, yet also because of something restless, playful. That spark, folks on four legs had learned by now, usually traced back to a single cause: Iris. Iris, a horse with fur like deep blue night streaked by bright turquoise flashes that glowed weirdly in the sun, never seemed to run out of wild ideas. Each little shift, each swing of her shiny tail, meant trouble was coming. But right now, she wasn't just mischievous - she’d gone way further than usual. Her newest trick focused on the old watering hole - a spot mostly used by Veilheim's quieter older folks. Instead of silence, she whispered strange words under her breath, flicked her blue-speckled nose, then pushed a jolt of raw energy into the liquid. Suddenly, the water fizzed with tiny, laughing bubbles. When Barnaby - an oak-solid chestnut horse who never cracked a smile - leaned down for a sip, the foam leapt up, buzzing against his nostrils. He jerked back, startled but grinning, letting out short bursts of laughter through flared lips. Gone was his usual calm; now he shook his head, wide-eyed, tasting sparkle instead of stillness. Then she picked the squishiest moss spot in the field - the kind baby horses loved for napping. Using frost tricks from her dad, though way messier than his, she turned it into a smooth ride that stayed cozy underhoof. When Lumina - a little mare with hair like glowing mist - plopped down on it, she zipped forward nearly ten hoofsteps, landing dazed but grinning. Her happy cries bounced around the open space, quickly matched by squeaky calls from others rushing to test this weird new thrill. Iris peeked through tall foxgloves that shimmered softly, her blue-green glow flickering like she was barely holding back a laugh. She loved chaos, always had - magic just made it worse. Watching the others jump and stare? That alone made the whole thing worth it. Still, the noisy joy - fun for Iris - was slowly pulling in another crowd. Her parents. Jasper stepped out from behind the old oak, a silver-black stallion with a sharp tongue and twitchy moves, cooled down by age and icy power. Sunlight from Veilheim caught his shiny black coat as he took it all in. His gaze was quick, focused - missing nothing around him. Noise had drawn him here, strange grunts mixed with laughter. On the breeze? That known tang of electric chaos, drifting slow. Beside him came Stargazer, a mare with deep blue-black coat like polished stone - her speckles lighter, almost dreamy copies of Iris’s. She sighed, not annoyed but warm-hearted. Her water energy, normally smooth and steady, now twitched slightly, caught between laughter and worry. Iris!" Jasper snapped, his tone sharp like ice. Not loud, yet heavy enough to quiet the rowdiest young ones right away. Iris stepped forward, eyes sparkling like she’d won something. From behind the foxgloves she came, moving slow, glowing soft under the sun - cheeky but sweet at once. A bubble drifted near; she tapped it gently with her hoof. It burst quietly, almost humming as it went. "Hey, Dad! Hi, Mom!" she said, her tone light like the spells she used. "What a nice morning here in Veilheim?" Jasper’s lip curled into a familiar snarky grin, though his eyes remained stern. “A ‘lovely day’ that appears to involve Barnaby questioning his sanity and the foals developing a sudden affinity for unexpected velocity?” Stargazer moved near, eyes gentle yet steady. "Iris, sweetie - what’s gone down this time?" Iris bounced on her hooves, her tail swishing like a silken banner. “Oh, just adding a little sparkle to the ordinary! Barnaby looked so thirsty, I thought a bit of fizz might be refreshing. And the moss slide? It’s just encouraging adventurous play!” "Wild fun," Jasper repeated, his voice sharp like frost, yet laced with doubt - or maybe just trouble waiting to happen? His snout tilted toward the rim of the open patch, where tall reeds trembled; they were slick, wet, always grabbing at paws that wandered too close. Stargazer nudged Iris gently with her nose. “Honey, your tricks are usually harmless, and often quite clever. But Barnaby is an elder, and the foals are still learning their balance. We don't want anyone getting hurt, or feeling unduly embarrassed.” Iris's blue-green patterns softened, that bounce in her stance slipping just a bit. It clicked for her now. Mom’s calm logic cut deeper than Dad’s cold silence ever could. Being wired to spark chaos tugged at her, yet she held back - didn’t wanna truly upset anyone. “I… I didn’t mean for Barnaby to be embarrassed,” Iris mumbled, her voice losing some of its usual lilt. “I just thought the bubbles were funny.” “And they are funny, my dear,” Stargazer said, her tone softening further. “Your sense of humor is one of your most charming traits. But sometimes, humor needs a little… direction. A little consideration for your audience.” Jasper, ever the pragmatist, added, “And a little understanding of your own abilities. You have a potent arcane spark, Iris. And a touch of my frost and your mother’s water. That’s a powerful combination you’re still learning to control. A misplaced spell can have unforeseen consequences.” He flicked his tail towards the trough. “Think about it. What if Barnaby had water in his lungs from that ‘refreshing’ fizz? Or if Lumina had slid into the reeds instead of stopping short?” Iris’s ears fell flat. Not something she’d thought through. Instead of spinning wild joke ideas like normal, her head was stuck on the quick laugh. “I suppose…” she began, her voice quiet. “I suppose I get a bit carried away.” A little? Jasper laughed it off - but a flash of pride slipped through, then vanished behind his go-to sarcasm. You're buzzing like a storm, acting on jumpy instincts instead “But that’s what makes her Iris,” Stargazer interjected, nudging Jasper gently. “Her enthusiasm is infectious. It’s just about channeling it, isn’t it, darling?” Iris turned her gaze between Mom and Dad, the colors on her skin slowly brightening again. Their eyes held worry - yet warmth showed through. Not yelling at her - more like pointing her in a direction. A quiet kind of care shaped each word. “So,” Iris said, her Spazzy nature reasserting itself, though with a newfound thoughtfulness, “maybe next time, I’ll start with something that only tickles the whiskers? Or perhaps a slight shimmer to the dew drops that makes them sparkle like tiny diamonds?” Jasper let out a short, sharp snort that might have been a laugh. “Getting warmer. Just make sure the diamonds don’t blind anyone, or attract a flock of magpies looking for treasure.” Stargazer smiled. “That’s a good start, Iris. And remember, the most fun tricks are the ones that bring joy to everyone, not just the trickster.” Iris gave a small nod, her bright blue glow flaring up. Sure, she could act wild - full of tricks and raw magic - but things were slowly clicking. Not only that, her folks, Jasper and Stargazer, brought calm into her chaos through patience and care. Magic still danced in the air around Veilheim, no doubt about it. Still, this time, there was less recklessness, more thought behind each spark - a sign she was growing, shaped by two strong yet kind guardians who never looked away.