"Hiya," says a playful blue-maned drigus. You see that there is another drigus, this one yellow-maned, at his side. Both of these drigetti seem very different as well, but you're not surprised. They seem to be drinking out of a waterhole, as well.
The yellow-maned drigus looks up and says, "I'm Lavie, by the way. Would you like to get some water? There is plenty here for all of us." You hastily pull out your water and refill it. Something about finding water in the desert makes you feel as if you've found gold or treasure.
"I'm Janyar," says the other. "We're both cousins, or subspecies, I suppose, of drigetti."
Lavie smiles, "Yeah, but I'm not related to you any." He says it rather playfully.
Janyar opens his wings and flies around Lavie, splashing him with water here and there. Lavie's voice turns serious. "Do not waste the water! What are you, a fool?"
Janyar giggles, either unaware or not caring about Lavie's voice. "I was just playing. Besides, it all fell back into the water hole anyway."
Their squabble continues, and you thing it's best to be on your way.
