The Plains
You continue your way through the plains, studying
the scenery around you. The sage green grass waves in the wind at knee height off
the path. With the slight breeze and the bright sun overhead it's quite a nice hike.
Eventually the sounds of hooves reaches your ears and a equine canters onto the path
and stops. It's blue mane and tail wave in the breeze. Golden sunlight glints off
it's red and blue coat. Stomping one purple hoof it studies you carefully.
After a moment it seems to relax and greets you politely. "Sella Li, Web Wanderer.
I am Timola, swift flood. You may have met my father, Dorin, and grandmother, Saleba,
further up the path. Obviously they both live in realm."
What could be a faintly amused smile crosses his equine features. "My father
does love mentioning me. I'm sure he tells every Wanderer that comes through about
my mother and I. He's just so very fond of both of us that he can't resist sharing.
I would be surprised if he hadn't mentioned how much I look like my mother."
Pausing for a moment he studies himself. "I do actually look a lot like her.
My father is built much heavier then I and he's mostly brown and white. My mother
has the same sort of blue coloration, although her coat is more gold then red. She
even has purple hooves! " He chuckles. "It's nice to have family around.
My grandmother always loves telling stories of her filly days."
The young stallion sighs wistfully. "The so called 'old days' sound like so
much fun. There were lots of paints around. You could go to the orchard and meet
many of my kind!" He shakes his head absently. " I always thought it would
be neat to go back in time and wander around during that time. I would love to see
my grandma's rampages as the earth sprite.." He chuckles before continuing.
"However I somehow doubt I'll get the opportunity."
Falling
silent for a thoughtful moment it takes him a second to realize that he still has
company. Smiling somewhat sheepishly he speaks up again. "But I've been rude.
Here I've forgotten to introduce Faunla and she's been sitting here the entire time!"
You blink, looking around. "Another? Where?"
Timola gestures towards a tree surrounded by tall grass. As you watch a zebra stands,
entering view. You blink again as you realize that this creature can't be a zebra,
it has a horn.
The mare nods a greeting, introducing herself. "I'm Faunla, a Zebracorn."
The pure white tuft on her tail twitches as she switches her tail.
Timola smiles. "I haven't been as lonely since Faunla moved in. It's nice to
have someone to talk to. I have friends in realm, but some are quite a distance away..."
He pauses, ears flicking. "Speaking of friends, they're calling... Are you coming
this time, Faunla?"
The mare nods. "I suppose so. Some new company would be welcome."
"Surely you're not sick of my presence?" The stallion teases before turning
to you. "My stat sheet is around someplace, I'm sure you can find it if you
want to. Fare thee well, Wanderer!" With that he takes off once again, dashing
through the blowing grass. Faunla follows at a more sedate pace, unable to keep up
with the leggy stallion.
Continue on your way...
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