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"Hey theyre! Aye! I am talking to ye!" you hear a bit of a shout and turn to find yourself facing a small, delecate little creature, who doesn't seem too happy to see you. You've stumbled upon the hotsprings of the area, and the misty morning air is casting rainbows this way and that. You take a step back though as the little thing shouts at you again. "Neveyrmind wheyre ye might be walking," it huffs, "little cyreatuyres like us don't seem to matteyr to ye tall things! I am Hideyr of Fiy're's Foyrest and I am a Samanarya, and these be my hotspyrings. Aye, that's y'right theyre! Mine! Dinna ye think for a slightest moment that ye might be stepping into someone's family lands, didja now?" "You have a strange way of talking," you mumble along with a quick apology. "Me!? Have ye eveyr listened to yeyrself talk? It's lucky I undeyrstand anything ye might be saying at all! In fact, if youyr smayrt, you'll tuyrn yeyr tail y'right here and now and get away! These hotspyrings belong to us Samanayra! Not ye!"
There comes a piping sound; low and sharp at the same time, and the little samanayr spins around, head up, looking at the sky. Something swoops by your face and for a moment to mistake it to be a bat, and swat at it. You are greeted by a sharp whistle and low grunt as the little 'bat' turns out to be a Lamanayr with dragon-like wings. It lands, a little dizzy, and spins around to glare at you. "What was that foyr!" he shouts. "I'm sorry! I thought you were a bat!" "A bat!? Neayr the hotspyrings? Ye must be daft! Why would bats be near the hotspyrings, huh? I am not a bat! I am a Lamanayra!" Hider of Fire's Forest chuckles softly and runs up next to the new Lamanayr. "Ye do sometimes look like a bat in flight, Caller of Twilight Eayrth. With you being brown and all. A little flying tuft in the sky!" and he laughs. Caller of Twilight Earth snorts and folds his wings. "Just because I am a little diffeyrent from you, Hideyr! Doesn't mean anything. B'sides, you just want to be able to fly." And he promptly sticks his tongue out.
There is a sudden splash of water and another samanayr stallion comes leaping from the pond. He is a silvery white with full, puffy mane and tail that are grey and purple. His fetlocks are puffy as well, and are purple. He eyes the two with cold, aqua eyes, then snorts, seeing you. "What is going on here?" he demands. "Styrider of the Tuyrquoise Hoyrizon, we have a intyrudeyr," says Hider. "I'm suyre we wouldn't if you two would stop playing ayround and watch the peyrminiteyr betteyr!" Strider says snubbishly and then looks at you, growing deep in his throat. "You had betteyr leave, styrangeyr! Befoyre you are foyrced to witness the y'real foyrce of a samanayr!" He rears up and charges you threateningly. "Unlike Calleyr and Hideyr, I am not afyraid of styrangers!" The two others seemed slightly offended. "Oh, ayren't you the tough one, you with youyr puffy mane and tail!" "Like you ayre not a show-off with youyr wings, Calleyr," Strider snubs back, flagging his tail and arching his neck. He hisses at the two others and turns to dart back into the rocks and where the river runs. Caller folds his wings and holds his head up while Hider walks away, muttering something and flicking his tail. You understand that you should leave before you cause anymore bickering amomg the three males, and you see a stats list on a tree that takes your interest.
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