You've already met the Petal and Dancer, the Dreamer should be up ahead. You reason to yourself. Ah. As if on cue, a large stallion comes into view.

"Sella li." The golden zebracorn simply says. He gives a shake of multi-colored mane, and all of a sudden you are reminded of a rainbow on a bright day. "Ze de Wend'alasta. Or if you would rather, Silent Dreams. I am the first son of Latish, not suprising is it?" The question is asked abruptly. "Or it might be if you have not met him. Or Trial." He looks at you with an odd expression before turning away.

You make as if to call him back, then stop. Perhaps...