The Plains
This time you spot your next visit before he spots you. A large stallion with a hide that's splashed with brilliant shades of green, blue, purple and pink is grazing a short distance away. His purple mane is just as bright as the rest of his coloring."Oh, Sella Li, Wanderer." He calls, looking up from the ground. With coloring that bright, he probably had to have good hearing. Nothing that bright could hide very well. Not that there really was anywhere to hide on the open plains.
You call a greeting and the paint ambles over to visit. " I'm Diniel'dividerl, Grand Mayhem."
Reading your expression, Diniel can't resist adding, " I'm am well named, I assure you." His confident grin assures you that he plays havok with the mares, and that he likely earned his name. Then, changing the subject, he continues, "You may have met my brother and mother further back on the path."
You wonder at the amused curl to Diniel's mouth. "Oh?" You inquire, willing to humor the paint to discover what he finds so funny.
"Oh yes. Dorin and Saleba? My mother was likely the one rambling on about the good old days..." The big paint tilts his head, watching your reaction closely. "And if I know my brother, he probably went on at length about his mate and offspring."
You're already nodding and smiling, as if you know exactly who Diniel's referring to. Really, you haven't a clue. You're desperately trying to remember who the two mentioned paints are. Thankfully, the hint Diniel so helpfully provided is what finally makes things click. Now you remember Saleba, the slim earth-toned mare. She did indeed ramble on about the 'good old days' of her childhood. After a bit of thought, her son Dorin comes to mind as well. A big earth toned yeva (heavy paint).
Finally you guess the reason for the big paint's amusement. Aside from the same large size that Dorin and Diniel share, you can hardly believe these two are brothers. Diniel's brightly colored pelt couldn't be more of a contrast with his brother's earth tones. Or his mother's equally earthy pelt, for that matter.
"You're Dorin's brother?!" Once again, you humor the paint. He seems to want a reaction, so you give it to him.
"Yes indeed... Well, half brother." He chuckles, "As you can guess I really do take after my father more, while my brother takes after mother."
"Uh-huh." Is about all you can say to that dead obvious observation. Did every single one of these creatures feel obligated to discuss their relations? Then again, in Diniel's case it was something to keep the conversation going.
The paint chuckles again, looking rather amused. Some of your thoughts must have shown in your expression, as he asks, " So you've noticed everyone in realm discusses their family?"
You nod, and attempt to blank your face lest it give away other potentially offensive things. You didn't really want to see an equine as large as Diniel get mad.
" Ah yes, one big happy realm-family. " Was that a trace of mockery in his tone? You're not sure, as there's no hint of it as he continues with a slight shrug, " It's the easiest thing to discuss around here. After all, most of you web types have met who we mention. Discussing something you have a slight chance of knowing makes slightly more sense then babbling on about the current in-realm rumors going around, don'tcha think?" He doesn't wait for an answer, he just keeps going. "Although, you wouldn't believe how fast the rumor mill works around here. I swear things get across realm faster then either running or flying would allow. "
Something about the way he says it makes you wonder if he's had personal expirence with that sort of thing. Then again, with a name like "Grand Mayhem" there was a very good possibility he had every reason to know.
" As you have every reason to know, Diniel'dividerl." Comes the amused comment that confirms your suspicions.
"Cali." Diniel sounds amused, turning his head to study the tiny nai mare that's snuck up behind him, completely invisible behind his bulk. " Cyr'Cali, " the mare introduces herself with a nod in your general direction. The two green feathers standing upright in her mane bob with the movement of her head. This Cyr'Cali is certainly an interesting looking little thing. Mostly white, she's splashed with dashes of color, as if she'd wandered through the middle of a paint fight, or perhaps fallen into the can of paint. Each of her socks is a different color.
" I refuse to take the blame for that situation, Cali." Diniel continues, sounding amused. " How was I supposed to know that would happen?"
"By taking twenty seconds to think it over, you big lug." Cali shoots back teasingly.
And you're left pondering Diniel's previous comments about discussing family matters rather then things that the wanderers would have no clue about. Evidently Cyr'Cali found the later more entertaining.
The banter between the tiny mare and the giant stallion goes back and forth for awhile longer, you eventually just give up on following the conversation and interrupt long enough to say good-bye before heading out once again.
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