You wander over a hill in the direction pointed out by Natheyiv, and stop dead. You see a very pretty yellow mare, with white-bay markings. The astonishing thing, though, is her size--she's tiny, pony sized in fact. Aww...she's so cute!
The mare stomps up to you, and stares up into your face. "I am not cute!" she announces.
"Oh, er, sorry," you say, confused. Did you speak aloud? You can't remember. "Um, so, what's your name."
"Kykava. My name is Kykava," she replies.
"Does it have a meaning?" you ask.
"Yes..." says Kykava unwillingly. "It means 'Short Stuff'".
"Oh, but that's so cute!" you can't help exclaiming.
"I am not cute!" Kykava says forcefully. She takes a step forward, her horn pointed at you. "I am of the Iava Quiesta. If you don't watch your tounge, I might be forced to turn you into an earthworm!"
You back up a step. "Sorry, sorry," then you frown. "So what's up with the bow?"
"Silvanon put it there," Kykava glares at you, daring you to say anything further about her tail-bow.
You take another step back. "Well, I'd probably better get going. Um, could you tell me where I should go from here?"
Kykava suddenly looks much more cheerful. "Well, you can go visit the Charity's children over there. To adopt a foal, you need to use the form."
Hum, maybe later.
You are traveler number to come here.
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