You keep going, wondering when you'll see the pastures that they speak of. As you walk, there is a whirl of color in the air, and all of a sudden the sound of shrill laughter meets your ears. Quickly, you grab them, looking around for who or what is doing it.
All at once, three blurs hit the sand, revealing there small, white unicorns. They all have rather small, colorful wings. They are the ones laughing, although you don't know why. You take your hands off your ears and introduce yourself.
They quiet down a little bit, looking up at you without laughing. They don't seem a bit afraid of you, and with good reason. The chances of you outrunning them on sand while they fly is very small.
The third, which has a pink mane and green wings, says, "I am Xiym, and these are my traveling companions." She points to the one with an orange mane and pink-and-orange wings. "This is Nurome, and that is Olddarban."
Olddarban pipes in, "We just got back from visiting the pastures. They're great because they're basically flat, with tons of good grass. We saw a lot of equine there, but there were also a ton of dragons...but I don't think they want to stay in the Wood, you know?"
Before you can get in a word, Nurome starts to talk very quickly. "We are now headed toward the ocean!" She perks up. "We're almost there, we just have to find that shell path."
"Can you point me in the direction of the pastures?" you ask.
Nurome points over your shoulder and to your right. "If you keep walking that way, you'll reach them in just a few minutes. They're literally right next to the beach."
Head Out to the Pastures
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