"Kliy'Nyghtie," Ni'a'ni announces in his thick island accent, beaming over at the other stallion. Kliy looks sincerely amused, and he finally walks over, head bobbing with his steps.

"Tolkzezth'ema, isn't it, A'ni?" He stops when he reaches the spot where you're standing, his head towering over yours. He lowers it until his amethyst eyes are at your level. "And what have we here?"

"A random visitor I found wandering around," Ni explains casually. "It's nice enough, I suppose. Sarnah told me to take it on a tour of the meadows at the very least." Kliy gives a slight nod, bringing his horn dangerously close to your face.

"I see. And did you inform Sarnah that not many of the residents will appreciate having a 'random visitor' tromping through their clearings? My lunch is going to smell like its feet." He gives your clothing a sniff, then wrinkles his nose in what is obviously a disgusted expression. "Lovely. Smells like human."

Ni'a'ni chuckles wryly. "Aye, I did, but you know how she is."

Kliy takes a few steps back to give you room to breathe, smiling rogueishly at you. "That I do. Well, visitor, y'might as well have a look at my humble little section of the meadow. My 'bachelor pad', you could say, though I'm not really a bachelor anymore." He tilts his head, smile widening to a grin. "My band is currently 12 strong. If you know any crystals interested in joining, particularly mares, have them talk to me, okay? I think we actually have more stallions than I'm comfortable with, but I have a hard time turning folks away. I'm a lot nicer than I look."

You smile in relief. "Twelve members, eh? Are there any foals?"

Kliy brightens and swishes his braided tail. "Aye, I've got the one son living with me, another son from the ever-lovely Zyre'Sah with whom I started my band, and Nent recently gave birth to another foal, whom I'm sure Ni will take you to meet soon. Det, Let and Shyne, my pride and joy. Det's had foals of his own, did you know? I've thrown nothing but colts, whereas Det's sired fillies--my granddaughters. Mestchine lives here in the meadows, further out. Anyway, like I said, Det stays with me. Would you like to meet him?" He looks at you expectantly, and you nod your head in approval.

The stallion turns over his shoulder and whistles loudly. "Detin! C'mere for a minute!" He swings his head back to you.

"You've met my Da, right? Kigo? Well, Det's Mom Laii has wings, too, so we pretty much knew that he would inherit them since we've both got the genes for it. They're beautiful, really. Just lovely." His purple eyes get a slightly glazed-over look, and you shift your weight uncomfortably. You're saved from any more parental babbling, however, when you notice a dark speck of movement in the sky. The spot of color gradually forms into a recognizable shape as it nears, and before you know it, another crystal unicorn stallion has landed several feet from you. His body seems unusually small in comparison to the crystals you've met so far, but his wings are huge. The feathering is beautiful, with markings from striped to spotted, solid to tipped. His coast is spectacular, as well, splashed pinto with orange and black stripes on his forelegs. Three of his hoofs are black, but one is bright red, a color that also appears in his mane and in the solid pools of his eyes.

"'Ey Dad, watcha need?" The young stallion doesn't pay much mind to you; he looks you over a few times, then turns complete attention to his father.

"Just thought I'd show you off to Sarnah's latest guest," Kliy says, whuffling his son's red-striped mane affectionately. The younger promptly shakes it out, then blinks his crimson eyes in your direction.

"Another one, eh? She's rather fond of these... humany things." He extends his neck a bit out towards you, sniffs a few times, then recoils. "Definitely a human. Never could tell what she sees in them. I mean, they all look alike. Their fur only comes in four colors, same as their eyes, and their skin comes in two. No variation at all."

"I'd hate to have to live in a society like that," the older stallion agrees. You shrink back away from their critical gazes, turning a pleading expression towards Ni'a'ni. It takes him a moment, but he eventually gets the hint and clears his throat.

"Well, boys, been nice talkin' to you and all but we must be goin'. See you around Kliy, Det."

The two crystals nod in farewell but continue to watch you in eerie silence, neither smiling. You shudder, turn your back to them, and quickly follow after Ni'a'ni.