You see a dainty young mare trotting towards you. Her coat is flea-bitten white, and her mane and tail are fire orange. When she's close enough, she boldly thrusts her nose out and sniffs you all over. "Hum, well, you don't smell nearly as funny as I thought you would," the mare comments.
"You thought I'd smell funny?" you say, taken aback.
"Of course! You're not from Gavania, it stands to reason that you'd smell different," replies the mare. "However, I shouldn't have let my curiosity get in the way of my manners. My appologizes, travler." The mare clears her throat, and begins again. "Sella li, I am Ivini, or Pumpkin in your language."
"Ah, nice to meet you Ivini," you reply. "So, where did Berina'Donnil go?"
"The Silvanon asked her to help out in the new Creation," Ivini replies. "The Silvanon asked me to take her place in the Turrandoti."
"Oh, I see," you say. "So, where should I go from here?"
"Well, you can find the parent's lists over there, which you can use to visit the Charity's children, or if you're interested in adopting a foal, yourself, you need to visit the form."
Hum, maybe later.
You are traveler number to come here.
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