After several miles of walking without much of a change in scenery, you take a breather and lean against one of the fenceposts. A spot appears in the distance, and it steadily grows larger. Too weary to run, you merely watch in apprehension as the form approaches and becomes clearer.

It is an equine of some kind, singing happily in some language unknown to you as it takes its time walking by. It moves in a wide circle around you, still calling out in his deep rich baritone, before suddenly spinning on his hind hooves and facing you with a snort. He sniffs the air cautiously, then turns to the side to seem less menacing and grins brilliantly.

He's a stallion most definately, with long brown horns and golden hooves. His black mane and the end of his tail are both thick and shiny with health, a tuft of a beard giving him an almost comical appearance. White coat is almost dazzling in the sun, and there's a brightness in his eyes that shows good emotional health as well.

"Haram sanda, k'zarti!" He chirps, as much a stallion can chirp in a voice deep and mellow that resounds throughout the pasture. "Yom aveila alec mias !faen haram par g'z. Yom Kyr!st'aliz. G'z?" He pauses and looks at you expectantly, ears perked forward.

After a moment of confused silence from you he clears his throat and averts his gaze, obviously embarrassed. "Yom lap--I.. I mean, I'm sorry, K'za--traveler." One ear flicks back and his eyes narrow slightly as if speaking in English is requiring a great deal of concentration. "I have been speaking in the language of the Tir for quite awhile now, and I've just recently switched from Allonian. I tend to forget that this world doesn't revolve around the Tir." He smiles hesitantly, craning his neck out and nudging your hand.

"Let my try it again, in your tongue." He takes a deep breath.

"Good morning, traveler! I hope the days are good to you. My name is Kyr!st'aliz. You?" He smiles again, that rogue-like grin that is quickly charming your heart, and you supply your name.

"Wonderful! My name might seem a bit odd, but it actually translates over as Jade Eye." He winks. "They actually change from blue to green depending on my mood and various other circumstances, so it would seem a bit fitting I suppose. My bloodline seems to have an odd fascination with eyes; my daughter Farceur has one purple and one green.

"I'm more deer than horse in build, unlike my dam, so I can't give you a ride. However, I can lead you to Farceur whose English isn't as rusty as mine and she can tell you more about the Tir and such. Or," He tosses his mane and takes a few steps back. "I can lead you to the stables which is where I think you intended on going."

You consider this for a moment but shake your head, preferring to continue your journey on your own. He nods in understanding and starts off, kicking his heels in the air. "Fair travels, then, K'zarti! May Allani protect you on your chosen paths." He gallops off with that, starting his song again, and you get a small pang of regret at having to part ways with the charismatic stallion.

"Don't worry about it too much, K'zarti," a lilted voice advices, coming from somewhere behind you. You turn to find a tiny horse standing on the fencepost, gazing off after Kyr and musing quietly. "He used to be quite solemn and depressed. He's very wise even if he doesn't appear old enough to have gathered much wisdom." He flicks his tail and you get a good look at him.

He seems much older than Kyr, his mane having grown quite long and braided back to keep out of his way. Dirt is smudged in his coat and his sock is off-white, and although his wings still sparkle he seems to have a great burden on his shoulders. He squints at the retreating figure in the distance and heaves a sigh.

"His mood change has made him quite amicable but he gathered so many enemies in his past.." He shifts nervously, then turns to face you and nods.

"My name is Fantasia. Though Kyr was foaled before me I matured at a much quicker rate and was his caretaker throughout his younger days. Now that he's changed for the better he has forbade me from speaking to him but I watch from a distance as I have vowed to protect and guide him until we are forced to part by death." He pauses to consider that binding promise, then lowers his head.

"I need to return home to check in on my mate. If you like you may follow me and meet Zula and Carrie." He takes off into the air without waiting for your reply and you're left to your own devices.