You walk over a small ridge, and nearly bump into a mare coming up the other direction. You immediately notice her coloring--brown-bay markings on a deep violet body. It's very windy here, and her mane and tail are being blown all over the place. She is busy watching a small bird flying, and doesn't notice you for a moment.
When she does, she takes a few starled steps back. "Oh! A travler!" she exclaims. Her head weaves back and forth as she looks you over thoroughly. She seems somewhat wary, but also very curious.
"Haven't you seen a travler before?" you ask, somewhat amused.
"A few, not many," the mare replies, still staring at you. "Shexlin told me I would see many of you now, though. I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Wysa. I believe your word for it is Horizion."
"Nice to meet you, Wysa. Speaking of Shexlin, where is she?" you ask.
"Ah, the Silvanon asked her to help out in the Creation." The mare sighs. "I have yet to met the Silvanon, she's very busy. Shexlin asked me to take her place here in the Charity. I wasn't going to accept until I learned that I could meet the Silvanon here."
You nod. "I'm sure you'll get to meet her soon. Um, so, where should I go from here?"
"Well, you can find the parent's lists over there. And if you wish to adopt a foal, you need to use the form."
Hum, maybe later.
You are traveler number to come here.
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