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Two samanayr mares spot you from a distance. One is firey in color, her tail very puffy, reminding you of someone...but before you can dwell on the fact the other mare turns around, spotting you. The white mare, who has strange red stripes on her back, bristles her fur and snarls. "You! What ayre you doing heyre!?" You stop and stare. "I uh, came from down the path..." The mares look at each other. "Aah, then you met ouyr fatheyr," says the red mare. "I am Dasheyr of the Simmeyring Embeyrs, and this is my sisteyr, Pooling of the Byright Illusion."
Brightillusion~Pooling snorts, ears flattening. "Yes, now that ye know who we ayre, you should be on yeyr way." "AYE! Who be theyre?" demands a new voice, and you stare down at a very brightly colored samanary. The stallion glares at you, puffing his tail and mane, glaring under your eye because he knows that you find his rainbow-colors amusing. He growls a little as Pooling nuzzles up against him, and bites her on the rump. "Scythe, you ayre just so veyryra cyruel," she taunts. "Nay, be away!" he says.
Another mare is watching you, she looks a lot like Scythe. "That is my sisteyr," he says, watching your gaze. "My fatheyr is Hideyr in Fiyre's Foyrest." "Oh, I met him," you say. He eyes you a bit. "Aye, so ye did. Well, doesn't that make ye feel bloody special?" You blink. "That is a sign that maybe ye should go," says Scythe's sister before skipping off.
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